Tuesday, December 27, 2016
Psalm 148; Proverbs 8:22-31; 1 John 5:1-12
By Linda Lucero–A Native American Elder
I hear His Voice
speak to me in the wind.
I am like the Sacred Tree,
my roots are put down very deep.
If my roots are pulled up I become lost.
These gifts I take from the four directions.
Creator, teach me how to hear your Voice in the wind,
teach me how to bend.
Creator, teach me how to trust your Voice in the wind,
so when I enter into that Holy Place, I remember the Sacred Tree.
Make me love
all my fears.