Morning Tea with Milo and The Queen.

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Ascending Coyote Hill, 

a cup of tea in hand, gathering colour'd leaves. 

My Allies are walking with me. 

Prayers are in my heart, spilling forth. 

God did not make rituals--man did. 

Talking to God in prayer can be just speaking feelings, 

reviewing the days, 

asking for and granting forgiveness. 

It is as simple as that. 

And, these days are just that simple. 

The morning air is all at once sweet and cinnamon'd, green and fresh. 

Coyote Hill beckon'd us and we are giving in to it all. 

One minute of silent reflection seems not long enough 

for consideration of a life devoted to Service: 

we are taking the whole entirety of this day. 

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