Prayer is poetry, the soul's anthem, walking on air.
Tranquil walks return us to conscience streams of connectivity:
The one verse.
As you start to walk on the way, the way appears.
Prayer is a surge of the heart, it is a simple look turned toward heaven, it is a cry of recognition and of love, embracing both trial and joy.
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this is awesome Gloria – and so very true about Prayer- I never thought of it in this way– thank you!
Thank you Nancy. I’ve had a congestive cold and unable to walk. How I miss it. I look forward to returning.