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All the Wonders

  • betharichardson

Drink Deep


O God, you are my God, I seek you, my soul thirsts for you; my flesh faints for you, as in a dry and weary land where there is no water. -Psalm 63:1, NRSV

Drink deep with eyes with ears with nose with mouth with hands with heart.


I sip coffee, dark and smooth with a hint of cinnamon.


The wrens scold me as they carry food to their young the bird box on the front porch.

I lie in the lawn chair and watch clouds form, transform, and disappear.


I stack a smooth river stone to the pile on top of the bridge over Cave Creek.


The river roars in the canyon below. Its sounds lift my spirits, my heart.


I walk to the river at dusk and watch the ouzel hopping from rock to rock, stopping to preening its feathers before roosting for the night.


I smell the cool, earthy moisture by the river and the hot dustiness in the kitchen.


Vivid memories inhabit me. I breath them in with gratitude. In this place, I am surrounded by a great cloud of witnesses.


Drink deep from the present moment. The living, healing Spirit lives here.


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