When I Sit And I Pray

When I sit and I pray,
I honour the miracle,
Of each leaf,
On each tree,
Moved by the breeze,
And the beating wings of a bird,
Soaring into the sky.

 

When I sit and I pray,
I honour that ‘I AM”,
And marvel at me being,
My expression in the world,
A playground of creation,
A world of mystery and sense.

 

When I sit and I pray,
I honour the whole,
Beyond time,
Beyond space,
Beyond knowledge and knowing,
That was here, before ‘I’ was born,
And will be here, after ‘I’ am gone.

 

The breeze in the trees,
Once again a thing of beauty.
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