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Friday, October 3, 2014

BLOOM & DANCE



O HOLY ONE, I RAN THROUGH THE FIELDS AND GATHERED FLOWERS OF A THOUSAND COLORS -
AND NOW I POUR THEM OUT AT YOUR FEET.

THEIR BEAUTY AND THEIR BRIGHTNESS SHOUT FOR JOY IN YOUR PRESENCE.
YOU CREATED THE FLOWERS OF THE FIELDS AND MADE EACH ONE FAR MORE LOVELY.

THAN THE SKILL OF MAN COULD DESIGN.
ACCEPT MY JOY ALONG WITH THEIRS,
THIS FIELD OF BLOSSOMS AT YOUR FEET.
HOLY ONE


AS THE WIND BLOWS THROUGH THESE FLOWERS
TILL THEY DANCE IN THE ECSTASY OF CREATION,



SEND YOUR  SPIRIT TO BLOW THROUGH MY BEING
TILL I TOO BLOOM AND DANCE WITH THE FULNESS OF YOUR LIFE.

ISHPRIYA R.S.C.J.