The seven o’clock sun
the huddle of willow oaks,
and prays the world to stillness.
In the silence
I curl my fingers into the soil
forming cradles for seed
God is here…beside me
The other day I did not go to meeting. Instead I went out to the garden and weeded and planted and prayed. Many times I feel that I am cut off from God when I am surrounded by four walls. Sometimes when I am in the meeting house, or visiting a church, I feel as if I am tying to get out and God is trying to get in, and we are both banging and prying at our sides of the walls to greet each other. When I am outside, there is no need for us to struggle at all- there is nothing there acting as a boundary….there is nothing to separate us. Outside, we are always together.