Even, the yet leafless, weeping birch appears lifeless.
A hush everywhere.
Porch lights. Soft glow of street lights.
Darkened houses.
No traffic sounds. None.
No feeling of bustling or hurriedness- for meeting deadlines at school or work.
Stillness. Everywhere.
The stench of subtle fear. Concern. Wanting everyone that is ours...family...friend...neighbors...even strangers to be safe and secure and having enough. Enough of whatever they deem to be their enough.
God, our Father, is well aware of the happenings in the world at large and in our worlds of small.
As Tiny Tim said...God bless us every one.
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There is hope shining brightly before us....Hymn #19. check out verse 2!
Talk about the promise of hope!!!... from President Ballard... here
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