I've run out of words for prayer.
These days, my meditation is simply sitting and waiting for a hummingbird, my eyes filled with the beauty of this particular spot in God's creation, the melody of a Taize chant flowing through me.
Toi, tu nous aimes, source de vie.
You who love us, source of life.
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