Our nightly walk closes out our day.
And fills us with joy.
And peace that warms our soul.
The day is done, and the darkness
Falls from the wings of Night,
As a feather is wafted downward
From an eagle in his flight.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Plain living with a heart for God. Not self-sufficient, but God-sufficient.
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Thursday, May 5, 2011
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