It has been raining all through
the night and now into the dawn. My
whole world is shiny with rain, the river silvery, the mountains beyond
overflowing with fog and the cold grey of winter wet. I sit beside a fire reading and writing and
drinking coffee, my lover and my dog sleeping soundly under flannel. Peace abides.
These are slow days, made especially for the elder who’s knitting has
become knotted at many of his connections.
One great grace of life is that your heart can always remain softly
workable allowing you to be ever and meaningfully engaged in the art of
living. Oh, the grace of a created young
heart allowing one to have eyes to see the divine in a cold rainy morning lying
peacefully atop the rivers and mountains of this good earth. God is good.
God is great. Let us thank Him…
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