on the veranda it is
almost normal - forgetting our isolation order
the birds singing their God given song
the colors of the sky & trees, God created colors
just a gentle breeze Holy Spirit is that you come to visit
I feel an almost irresistible urge to pull out another chair for Jesus, move it away from the fire table so he will have room for his legs
what are the birds singing I ask
do you want some water? a glass of wine? are you hungry? how long can you stay? (this is me ~ Martha)
why did God make the peacocks screech so
I get no real answers, but my heart is calmed; my anxiety at rest (this is me
~ Mary)
He is with us. Father, Son, Holy Spirit, martha, mary, ~ all are one
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