I was watching a playful wind pick us the dry leaves from the carpeted ground and toss them into the air in a spiral and off they went in a twister that carried them high into the sky well above the tree tops where the birds fly and as I looked up I had a sense of the grandeur of God that reminded me of a verse I had read:
The woods are God's own cathedral with pillars that reach the sky and a faraway ceiling of fluttering leaves where songbirds and angels fly. (anon)
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