The days have been grey of late, the river and the sky broken only by the thin line of mountains beyond. Last evening, I sat and gazed out at eventide, cold, and slate rain. There was no sun to give a hint of time passing, earth rotating, day ending. This morning, I awoke and stood outside in the dark, and I could still feel it, the damp grey above. I turned and came back in, filled my coffee cup, and sat with Him. After a while, I was nudged to look up, and there the moon had nipped a hole in the grey to gently and faithfully remind me of what He had just told me;
“As long as the earth endures
seedtime and harvest,
cold and heat,
summer and winter,
day and night,
will never cease.”
Amen
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