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| Rocks: Be Still, ...and Know God. The stones above the entrance are memorial stones to family and friends who have passed in the last few years. |
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| Rocks: Family, Center plants |
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| Rock: Peace |
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| Rock: Friends |
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| Rock: Forgive |
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| Rock: Thanks |
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| Rocks: Heal, USA as a Nation |
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| Rocks: Habitat for Humanity and CHRPA |
LISTENING for GOD
I walk the winding path
Out from the labyrinth center
Away from a time of prayer,
and I listen…
I listen for the voice of God.
My eyes are virtually closed
But my ears are open,
Ready….. receptive to hear your voice.
How do you speak to me this day, Lord?
Chickens cackle and ravens caw
Geese honk alonside the
The songbird choir
A hawk’s cry pierces the air
against the constant pidgeon coo
My ears sense the low hum of a fly
as it wings past my head.
Do you speak, O God…
In the crunch of my footsteps on the dry grass
or the rush of wind in the trees?
The braying of the mule or the barking of neighbor dogs?
The drone of cars far off on Wingville road,
the roar of an airplane passing overhead,
or the whistle of train on distant tracks?
I pause and listen...
Lawn mower music
The throb of a generator
The pounding of construction
Encouraging sounds of people back to work
during the pandemic threat
Words of hope from you, O God?
In the diversity of sounds…
I pause and listen
For you speak in a medley of ways
to a diverse world
We each must hear for ourselves…
So I listen, Lord.
May I hear what you have to say
And then, may I act…
May I put your words to life
In obedience
I come to the end of the path
and as I open my eyes
I focus on the stones written...
“Be Still and Know God”
Be still and hear God.
Be still. Listen.
God is speaking.
Amen.
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| Rock: Baker Community |
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| Rock: Praise! and Lord's Prayer |
Bovine Conversation
I had a long chat today
With a black angus cow -
I
from my labyrinth center
She from under the tree
Her friends had left
And she alone remained
Staring at me with curiosity.
I began to speak…
gentle words of inquiry
She replied with low moos
I spoke to her my Spanish Bible verses
She replied...in her own cow language
She came over close to the fence
And we continued our conversation.
Slowly she began to move away,
But when I began to shift away,
singing out from labyrinth center…
She paused as she heard my song.
Frozen, she listened, eyes locked on me
When I stopped walking and singing,
She responded,
Plodding off with a chorus of moos
Just to demonstrate that she, too,
Could sing and walk as well. (6.22.20)
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| Rock: Heiwa - Japanese Peace |










































































