To worship is to stand in awe under a heaven of stars,
Before a flower, a leaf in sunlight, or a grain of sand.
To worship is to be silent, receptive, before a tree astir with the wind,
Or the passing shadow of a cloud.
To worship is to work with dedication and skill; it is to pause from work and listen to a strain of music.
To worship is to sing with the singing beauty of the earth;
It is to listen through a storm to the still small voice within.
Worship is loneliness seeking communion; it is a thirsty land crying out for rain.
Worship is the kindred fire within our hearts;
It moves through deeds of kindness and through acts of love.
Worship is the mystery within us reaching out to the mystery beyond.
It is an inarticulate silence yearning to speak;
It is the window of the moment, open to the sky of the eternal.
Peace,
--Celie Katovitch
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