Someone once told me angels sang in heaven. The tall man with the black book clasped to his chest greeted us every Sunday. He talked of judgment and error and sin. He talked of angels. I sang in the choir but no one told me I was an angel. They informed me that I was…
Category: nature
The Trees
History. I seem to run into it everywhere. I wasn’t looking for it this morning. Not at all. I simply want to go for a walk, wander in the woods. Dispel the melancholy that seems to own the morning. A March morning, somewhere near spring. A breeze bends some of the drooping tips of the…
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