Contentment dwells under silken wings. The earth is quiet, resting in winter sleep. Special thoughts of you are a light of golden flame that warms my heart. If I had wings I would fly to high places. In the dawning and the dusk I see loveliness wrapped in beauty. In the light of thought I see beautiful colors flying on the wind.

Sunsets are God’s way of reflecting Heaven on earth. Sunrise is God’s way of reflecting earth in Heaven. In the colored lights of meditation time does not exist. Memory is a place where the present recalls the past as the future passes by.

Capture a moment – fashion a memory – take a picture – write a thought – read the Bible.

Sitting beside a mountain stream if you will listen, you can hear the wind as it whistles through the trees and the trees clap their hands in symphony.

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