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December 23, 2021


 I stare at the oaks, walnuts and maples resting unclothed on the rolling hills out my window.  They crowd the countryside bare but unashamed.  Standing tall and slender proud as a young model of their comely nakedness.

Yet one alone sat bowed as if by shame.  Poor soul got lost on her search for the Son. If she would just look up she could find her way I mused. 

The barren view is interrupted by lonely spruce and pines. Evergreen angels on watch to guard the forest through winter.  I am awed by the creativity of God who at all times provides beauty for for an eye without judgement.  

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