Be My Bridge

One day
as I was sitting
on a bench
by a stream
at Green Bough
drawing the plank bridge
I had just walked across
I heard God say
"Be My bridge."

Thank you, God, that I know I am beloved by:
*early morning sounds of birds singing
*Victor being interested in what I love
*slow Saturdays
*laughing and crying with Margaret as she reads to us from her book
*circling this place of prayer with prayer
*alleluia chimes
*a promising letter for Joseph
*listening
*releasing clutter
*beautiful Margaret wearing my pearls

With gratitude,
Sally