The wind of the Feast lingers. It stays within the thickness of leaves and tickles the heartbeat of life beneath our pores and skin. It whistles beneath the wings of butterflies and moths, and beckons the flaps of flags and fingers of fabric on clotheslines to bounce within the wake of its glory.
Blessed be what lingers from the Feast of numerous babel, and dawning understanding. Blessed be the ears that open to listen to the phrase of glory, and the center to bloom with love. Blessed be the thoughts that leans into knowledge, and the arms that stretch into the unknown areas of communion.
Blessed be all that’s lifted into the sunshine on the wings of the One who Is.
Anne Fraley is rector of St. Peter’s Episcopal Church in South Windsor, CT. A life-long dog-lover, she escapes the calls for of parish life volunteering for animal rescue teams. She often succeeds at reviving her weblog at reverent irreverence.
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