I often post a picture with no words for Wordless Wednesday,
a "linky party" of images that need no words.
It might be a picture like this one of a bluebird perched in a tree in my garden.
He speaks of happiness and Spring and hope.
Or this one of the dandelion in my garden this morning, reminding me of
childhood days, blowing dandelion puffs and making wishes.
Or this one of rose buds, shedding tears of morning dew -
mixing messages of beauty, joy, and sorrow.
I might post this photo of the Adirondack chairs in their new location, calling to me to sit
with a cool drink while I watch the birds at the feeders.
Or the photo of the pentstemon dancing by the birdbath, suggesting I join them in
stretching out my arms and twirling through the grass.
But there are times when I am wordless, not because no words are
necessary but because I am bereft of them.
There are times when I am hungry for words and have none.
When I long to speak my heart but don't know how.
God, there are moments when we do not know what to say, so we come to just sit with you.
Stay with us and hold us close. Amen.
A prayer by Michele Thomas-Bush from the Myers Park Presbyterian Church (Charlotte, NC)
April 11, 2011