Praise our God, the great creator,world evolving through his might, darkness shattered by explosion, filled this orld with light and life. Tis 165
It was there again this morning, this great love of God. The red and pink brushes hanging from the bottle brush tree, the magnificent roses around my sacred space, the garden fresh and washed with last nights shower of rain, the business of the watle bird with its rasping call and there was enough dew on the grass to see a set of footprints and know some one was walking before me.
May the love of God and the peace that it brings be the blessing of this new day for you.
Anne, servant of the Lord.
Bottle brushes hanging from the tree
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