Prayer

Winter, 2010 Poetry & Philosophy
Guest Author: Sharon Williams

from a circle sister comes this from a friend no longer w/ us: I know God in the rhythm of the rolling waves. His scent is on the sea breeze. His touch is the wind on my cheek and the sand beneath my feet. When I am very still I can feel the point where 'out there' becomes 'in here'. The very moment when the piece of sea spume flows into my nostrils as breath and becomes part of my skin and bone. I am the very stuff of God. My life is a divine creation. I am an idea of God, complete and whole before I was born. Each breath I take is a glimpse into the eye of God. I feel at the very core of me is a golden sun, never touched, never dulled, inexhaustible radiance. My entire human experience is to lift the veil of the illusion of separateness and become one with all the love and goodness of Spirit. His bounty graces every day of my life. God shows me God in every face I see. I touch and I am touched. I move and I am moved. I love and I am loved. I radiate my special God gift out from the center of my being. My very humanness is God's gift to refine my awareness of the one seamless divinity in the infinite act of creation. I am the meditation. I am the prayer. My life is an act of worship. Sharon Williams, 1944-2006

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