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Let the pictures speak for themselves!Yesterday the blades rustled against themselves among the dry breezes of a summer day … a chorus of wind and grass. Yesterday the rocky trail, forbidding in the Texas heat, showed little compassion for passers by. Prayer comes slowly tonight. I have no words for the Almighty, but his own: His wordless presence permeates my soul Minutes pass with no words, no conclusion Only unanswered questions remain Reverently, I snore “amen!” |
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