Cloudy Meadows
I sit.
In a comfortable position overlooking the water.
I am in silence.
I reflect.
I wait.
I relax.
A joy enters my heart.
It is like a rush of overflowing water.
The veins in my body, seep through the hairs on my arms.
I see the face of God through the reflection of the water, and the rays of the sun.
God is telling me to listen. To listen to the cries of someone that I love.
I hear the cry of my friend, who is far away.
She is in pain. What can I do?
I take out my rosary and pray.
I open up my bible and read scripture.
I help her to fight away the evil one, who is transforming her mind.
I know that she will be okay.
Not because I talked to her directly.
Not because she told me that she was fine.
Not because she told me what has going on in her life.
But because the power of prayer, is the ultimate masterpiece of love.
Because through prayer, one has a inner strength that is often unknown to the human heart.
God filled my heart with peace, knowing that she would be okay.
I thank Him.
—By: Monica Murphy