11.16.2012

when the earth is dry and tired and sad and looks like it is all used up, all life plucked from its grip.
harvest is over...or is it?
when seasons collide and creation looks different and interesting and you notice beauty more than you usually do and the atmosphere seems to change and beckon everything to join and watch. who called these clouds to gather and sit there all together like that in this great community?  i wonder what they're saying, what they know, what they're gathering to accomplish.

let love and faithfulness never leave you. bind them around your neck write them on the tablet of your heart