- Terry Tempest Williams
The chattering of squirrels, too. And the cawing of crows. And every form of life. All creation.
Every prayer is not soft and sweet like a song
chanted by angels or played on a harp.
Like the cracks of thunder
and rumbles of the earth quaking, the howls of our hurts and the moans of our longings are prayers too...along with our smiles and acts of kindness.
So much diversity. Even in prayer. Such richness. May we see the beauty.
With love and reverence,
Charlene
