The
woods always teem with singing in the spring and every lowly life hums with joy. The earth has once again turned nearer the
sun and warmth is on its way to every nest and hole. Something tells me that they have been
commanded thus, “If the humans fail to sing praise for My gifts your melodious
tweets and harmonious peeps will be My Psalm!” Either way God is fulfilled this morning.
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| Peter Max, my favorite artist as a kid |
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