(.....17aug) A Writer's Prayer
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Beloved God,
The one field
I know how to plow
is the field of the blank page.
For You
may I plow these fields
and leave them furrowed and sown
with words and feelings and ideas,
and from these pages
may thousands of flowers bloom.
May the fruit form and grow ripe.
Let me be fed,
and feed others with the surplus,
and may great trees grow,
giving shade to many.
I offer this,
today's small harvest,
to You.
May it lead
to an Abundance
that will serve You well.
Amen
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