Open arms of thought

Our prayers
are not fragile fingers
reaching out
to turn on God’s tap of blessing
and fill our 
daily cup
from what we think might be
our Father’s faucet
of measured good.

God’s love is not measured, 
not a spigot for miserly drops 
and sprinkled sprays,
open if we pray,
closed if not.

Love—infinite and All—
gives its blessings
in waterfalls
of peace, joy, and harmony,
in flowing rivers of serenity
found
in wilderness moments,
on the mountaintops
of Truth’s clarity. 

Our prayers
are open arms of thought
simply accepting God’s ever-good
infinity—
our steady grasp
on a cup that overflows
with Life’s gift of harmony. 

 

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