An image of a lone majestic tree continues to appear in my prayer life. Someone, I take him to be the Lord, sits beneath it. I am on a well worn path, making my way toward the tree. Ripe wheat lies on either side of the path. It is the most serene image I have ever found while praying.Thursday, August 27, 2009
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment