We bless thee therefore for the day sacred to our souls
when we can wait upon thee and be refreshed.
"First Day Morning- Worship," from the Valley of Vision
We just missed the group leaving and so very unexpectedly we had the afternoon all to ourselves. We sat in the shade and read, the wind not nearly as gusty as on the other side of the wall. The vivid paint colors brighten the shadows. The flowers bloom in pink and orange and yellow brights. The smoke of grilled meat and onions waft over the walls. The bass of the music and the chatter of the neighbors and the cheeping of the birds and the barking of the dogs and the clip clops of the horses all fill the soundtrack of the afternoon. A morning of worship and an afternoon of rest.
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