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.
Friday, March 20, 2015
Psalm 33:22
"Let your steadfast love, O Lord, be upon us,even as we hope in you."
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