Sometimes I get lost in words. They consume my day. I write. I talk. I think. I pray. All in words.
Tonight, though, I pulled into the driveway, shut off the radio, stepped outside, and was silent. I was struck dumb by the sight of the crescent moon reclining on the top of a pine tree. And by the stars sparkling so clear on this crisp Montana night I could almost see Orion grabbing his sword of three stars and charging into battle, his trusty dog by his side.
Sometimes there are no words needed in prayer.
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