O Holy One, I ran through the fields and gathered
flowers of a thousand colors -
And now I pour them 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 all the skill that humankind could design.
Accept my joy along with theirs,
this field of blossoms at Your feet.
Holy One
as the wind blows through these flowers
til they dance in the ecstasy of creation,
send Your Spirit to blow through my being
till I too bloom and dance with the fullness of Your life.
Music: Garden
Prayer: Ishpriya
Photo Sources: Webshots, Prairie Frontier, Ann Telling