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August 3, 2007
Elements from Psalm 139



Take the wings of the morning,

Riding the rush of Wind

Towards the pearl-lined East.

And the glow that arises on birds’ breath,

That grows in the shadow of the waning Moon.



Dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea,

Where reflection blurs all boundaries.

The movement of Fire, Light, Water, Sky –

Surging upon the earth’s very foundation,

Gaining power from the solidity below

And yearning, growing to expansiveness –



Till all that exists is Spirit.

Holy, Holy, Holy

The heavens are opened,

Grace showers down,

Gloria, in excelsis Deo

Eternity echoes.

“I am still with you.”