Walk the rails under a high blue sky. Find the sag in the leaning fence, and step--carefully--over rusted wire. Follow a peninsula of blond grasses through a lake of loam, and come, at last, to the timber's edge where gray branches trace the sky and rose hips curl near purple canes.
Monday, April 9, 2012
Sunset / Moonrise
That which allows a courageous and gentle ending must surely be a wholehearted embrace of the goodness of God woven through all our beginnings--even the one that comes next.
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