Thanksgiving:
God, remind me to look beneath my feet at the rich world of life going on down there.
God, remind me to look up, hear the wind whisper and see the arms of the mother trees outstretched to the sky
God, remind me that I am not walking to burn calories, but to feed my soul
God, remind me that beyond my sight are silent eyes of moose, bear, dear and chipmunk watching to see what I will do.
God, remind me to be still and feel resurrection all around me in falling leaves and growing moss
God, who are we to build cathedrals?
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