How do I pray to You?

You, whose sun makes the shadow I see

across the golden brown cornfield

look like the shadow of your strong arm?

You, whose artistry I see in the vulture

that circles gracefully on wind currents

that make the huge pines sway?

You, who blow the wind chimes into song

and the windmill into a whirling blend

of red and white, red and white, red and white?

You, who created all the beauty

I see through my kitchen window,

a miniature of all your beautiful Creation?

How do I pray to You?

With gratitude!

Gloria Ziemienski

February 20, 2008