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“Despite all I have seen and experienced, I still get the same simple thrill out of glimpsing a tiny patch of snow.” —Edmund Hillary In the late spring, before the sun-soaked days of June, I dream of snow —bright white and silent— a stillness covering the earth, the pause of wintering, and all the comforts…
There is no grief like the grief that does not speak. —Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The shadow of a day of remembrance falls, Though it is still a day’s distance away, My heart begins to open that door of grief, Light the candle that will lead the way To prepare for the deep-echoing reminder For what…
Sleepy Ducks & Ancient Trees
I will make a pathway through the wilderness. —Isaiah 43:19 Thirsting for nature, in search of forgotten hues, we went, bathed ourselves in slow days filled with questions that did not require answers— nestled in wonderment, set free among sleepy ducks and ancient trees, we found a pathway through the wilderness. —C.L. Fisher, May 2023…
“Night hath its songs;…hear the spheres as they chant praises which are loud to the heart, though they be silent to the ear, — the praises of the mighty God, who…moves the stars in their courses.”
— Charles Spurgeon
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