The Heralds of the approaching storm, the breeze laden with the scent of rain, and the occasional pitter patter of rains tiny feet racing across the length of my Motor Home. The Crow the Robin and the sparrow seek refuge deep in the boughs of the Fir tree and cease their singing. Stillness sweeps over the Church grounds as the darkness of night settles in and the clouds thicken with the promise of a deep draught of Creations life giving elixir and the Gardens of Men and God wait with mouths open and with great expectation.....................
Posted on: Tue, 18 Jun 2013 03:40:02 +0000
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