The church in our stars

“All nature sings and ’round me rings the music of spheres”

O Wondrous Day of Delivery

from the womb of night

to the catching hands of day…

from the world of wondering

to the moment of knowing….

from the wait

to the beginning.

 

O Mysterious Finding

within and without

posed and moving

expected and surprised

deep and lightly skimming the surface.

 

O Sacred Liturgy

screeching owl that haunts the night

mournful coo of dove and soul

I am (bic) in the pentameter

poetically speaking my mind

prayer and response

words spoken as One.

Why would we ever believe that You can be contained in

any

one

form

 

Peace and Movement,

Amy

 

all images lifted from google images and the sources there