I heard the birds singing this morning. Their sweet melodies came whispering through my sleep…faint and distant.
I have renewed my interest in the Native American Indian and the spiritual quality of their art. At this point, I can not see the destination but I am thankful for this God given interest in the beauty of these native people and the heritage of riches they bring to our awareness.
May God bless this offering….
Consider this Zumi lullaby on Native American Flute at dawn as you pray these words.
In the morning, O Lord, you hear my voice; in the morning I lay my request before you and wait in expectation. vs. 3
..I by your great mercy will come into your house; in reverence will I bow down toward your holy temple. vs.8
As we wait upon the return of the birdsongs…
Peace be with you…