 |
| NEEDLES OF GOLD |
 |
| CELESTIAL SPIRES |
 |
| CHARIOT OF FIRE |
 |
| COUNTRY ROAD |
Sunday, 9:00 AM. 11.5 degrees, wind E, calm. The sky is mostly blue and the barometer predicts the same. There are minute silver crystalline snow flakes falling gently, sparkling in the sun.
Yesterday’s setting sun transformed the mundane Island Queen ferry into a chariot of fire, and the masts of stored boats into celestial spires of gold.
The tragic events in Tucson yesterday give us all pause, and should cause us all to pray to Almighty God for our country, as well as for the dead and wounded and their families. And, it behooves us all to hold our judgment, and our tongues, until all the facts are in and have been rationally examined.
No comments:
Post a Comment