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I take a single step onto the path, grass and weed underfoot, stones marking the way. I came expecting the complex and received simplicity.
For what shall I pray and what canonized words should I use? ‘Our Father in heaven,’ but this discourse points toward my needs. My prayers have already been heard.
I surrender to the world around me, untouched by the progress of today and yesterday. I surrender to the silence where the Spirit’s voice is amplified and I am left without petition.
My final step, reached after meditation well spent, listening to the voice of my creator, He who has counted the hairs on my head, He who has said come and in the quiet has given me rest.

copyright 2019 - Donald P James Jr

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