Once in a while, a gush of wind hits the tent and our temporary home shook. The weather forecast predicted that it will be a clear night but as others secure their rain guards, we wonder if we should secure ours too.
When I was a small child, I can remember my dad's appreciation of all things outdoors. He loved the woods and lakes and all wildlife that surrounded. He found beauty in each snowflake, treasured the fresh air that could only be found in country living and turned to God's creation to supply for our needs.
You illuminate with grace Across Andromeda’s face. Like the cedars of Lebanon Flourishing in their perfection, That’s where your heart is Without envy nor deception.
Are stars really our dead loved ones? ***** Perhaps, the galaxy is a crowded locus of love and heartbreak. It was the site of tears and oblivion — of every core who twinkles because of faded hue about the past. I…