Be still my soul. TIS 123
Winter - I heard it said that its a season of mist and hovering beauty and isn't that so. From my sacred space I see trees with empty branches standing naked, wrapped in the fog and its quiet, ever so quiet as the night fades into the increasing light of the day and a lone magpie raises his morning song while all others are still wrapped up in their feathers, asleep and the presence of God is palpable I love the words of T. S. Elliot; ' I said to my soul, be still.' because that's just what this morning is saying to me, 'wrap yourself in the still and quiet my soul and just be.' Have you been in such a situation where you want to say to your soul, 'Be still?'
May the God of life bless you and keep you today and always. Anne, servant of the Lord.
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