There was a day or so ago a morning so still and shrouded in fog and as it cleared there were pockets of 'wisps of mist' rising low across the frost laden ground sparkling in the morning sun and there was silence. A silence that was in itself a prayer And I thought of the prayer called:
'So Still'.
O make my heart so still, so still,
When I am deep in prayer,
That I might hear the white mist-wreaths
losing themselves in the air! ( A prayer from Japan)
Grace and peace from the Lord Jesus Christ
Anne, servant of the Lord
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| White mist rising. |
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