Excerpts from the
Prayer House at Dingmans Ferry Journal

Here in this place
I am cradled in God's pocket
Close to God's heartbeat.
Slowly, the beat of my own heart
Comes into rhythm with God's own
And we dance together a duet
Of night skies
And images
And sounds
And silence
Of candles burning
And viridian green
And dancing bodies
And prayer.
There is no other but you
Here
And me
Holy One
And now we are One.
-Lyn (Reith) Barrett, Lancaster, PA

To you unknown people who offer this place to me... I see traces of you - the bittersweet in clay jars, the books, the tapes. I am touched that you have been so thoughtful of me, a stranger....I come to this little house heavy hearted. I walk in and feel the prayers of those who've been here before.... I drink a cup of tea. I pray. I wait. And in this house, I feel a gentleness of spirit....Thank you for giving me a place to sit awhile and feel the presence of God. -A Prayer House guest