How often are our prayers like these? All neatly spelled out, in a range of primary colors, and then left to flutter gaily and bravely on the prevailing winds?
I love the spirit of these prayers, the sweet abandon, the clean and simple faith which believes in the power of a song on the breeze, a praise to the skies: for the collective good, with no thought of one's own particular needs.
No bleating, no whining, no begging. Just another voice in the choir, calling on God to bless the world, the wind, the colors, the living and the dead, the whole great creation.
1 comment:
A very thought provoking post, Jo! True prayer is from the heart to the heart...the medium may be as simple as the one you have spoken about or as complicated as the 'n' number of rituals to make it reach its destination.
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