There is a wild sound that comes to me every morning from deep in the woods, a melodic loneliness, a primal prayer for dawn. I know not what it is or for what it calls but I can relate to its nature. Dawn often brings a peace that passes all understanding, light and hope, both given by their Maker. The turning of the earth toward the light and warmth of the sun makes all manner of animal lay itself down to rest, either in body or mind. A hope-filled mind is rested in The Bosom of He who has prepared the day for it—for He never sleeps nor slumbers and always asks, “Will you live a life that matters?”
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| Church in Ireland. |
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