Weary of the numerous cars,
traveling both directions.
Wishing for a stream,
cool and shady from
the day’s hot, sticky
weather and bustle.
Leaning on the rail of
fencing to prevent snow
in other seasons from drifting.
Listening to birds in far off woods,
their familiar calls and songs.
Swooping from tall trees,
from branches to limbs
sending peaceful vibes.
Breathing the aroma of
fields, flowers, weeds.
Singing a message to all.
Slow your pace and
follow the way
back to simple
moments
in time.
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Country road thoughts by Robin,
Serene photograph also by her.
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Additional words for a Sunday
given by Frederick Buechner:
“Faith is better understood as a verb
than as a noun, as a process than as
a possession. It is an on-again-
off-again rather than
once-and-for-all.
Faith is not being sure
where you’re going,
but going anyway.
A journey without maps.
As theologian Paul…
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