Singing praises of Creation

“But tomorrow, dawn will come the way I picture her, barefoot and disheveled, standing outside my windowin one of the fragile cotton dresses of the poor.She will look in at me with her thin arms extended,offering a handful of birdsong and a small cup of light.”

~William Collins~

High up in the cottonwood tree a disheveled bird sang to me, rejoicing it seems in the beauty of the day, and beside him in the Black Walnut tree, another great singer, rejoicing in all of creation. Life is good ~ moments that capture you, hold you, and change you.