the highest heaven Details seemed to aim to distract, skies overcast, winds that weren’t up to fanning as briskly as believed for, foliage dropping faster than the weightless flutter envisioned, and there I stood, in all the pristine stillness, found, lifted higher still than all that I had hoped or ever could begin to hope.Continue reading “Empyrean”

Softly September

You water its furrows abundantly, You settle its ridges, You soften it with showers, You bless its growth. Psalm 65:10 You crown the year with Your goodness,And Your paths drip with abundance.They drop on the pastures of the wilderness,And the little hills rejoice on every side.The pastures are clothed with flocks;The valleys also are covered with grain;They shout forContinue reading “Softly September”