This morning found its birth in the wonder of heart song... On the wall of the garden, bathing in the sun as it crested over the mountain, was a man... Swathed in a wool shawl and singing his praise of glory to the morning. How could I resist but to fall into the sweetness of this moment?? I happened to know the words to the song he was singing, and I joined him in a holy moment of joyful expression. We sat on the wall, sharing songs and moments of meditation; and within us was watered the seed of unity's grace... And the seed grows in the love light of the sun...
Give thanks to the pure moments; the glorious sunshine; the gift of song... Each day, each moment is prescious...
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