The cattails dance before God in unchoreographed design Haphazard – yet beautiful, Swaying in breezes of cosmic origin. They praise God in place, rooted. Even as I sway in place, am I attentive to God’s presence in me?
When I was much younger my grandparents lived across the country road from Alice’s parents.
I remember her mother, Cecelia a sweet, kind loving woman. I’m sure Sister Alice observed those cattails on that farm near the edge of the pond when she was growing up. Sweet memories & great reflection question for today.
When I was much younger my grandparents lived across the country road from Alice’s parents.
I remember her mother, Cecelia a sweet, kind loving woman. I’m sure Sister Alice observed those cattails on that farm near the edge of the pond when she was growing up. Sweet memories & great reflection question for today.