THE PERFECTION OF THE DAY
Mid-afternoon. The sun runs
its tickling fingers across the forest
floor. When the wind dies down,
you can feel its warmth. The daffodils
have started blooming. Soon there
will be bluebells. Isn't it a marvel
that everything is planned out
so perfectly? We look to the future
with hope and faith and courage.
Our days are mapped. And thine is
the power and the glory. Amen.
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