Think on these things
As night falls on the meadow the sky is still in day light. Bright orange and rose-colored streaks touch a high-flying jet with jewels. Long fingers of darkness reach across the land to the eastern horizon.
As night falls on the meadow the sky is still in day light. Bright orange and rose-colored streaks touch a high-flying jet with jewels. Long fingers of darkness reach across the land to the eastern horizon.
A sudden hush brings an awareness of the immensity of things – natural and supernatural. A deeper knowledge rises and speaks to the heart that most do not realize what is available to them. What they deal with at the moment so absorbs their entire existence until they cannot know the dearness of things invisible.
Then a field mouse squeaks and there is a soft hoot from the woods – and night settles in. But for one rare moment all things become golden. The rare glow of knowing we are not alone, we are not helpless or hopeless. We are spirit, and knowing that, we are able.
