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Sunday, June 11, 2006

Voices from on High ~

I look up into the blue but can't catch sight of the lark singing all those glissandos to thank You for a perfect Sunday morning.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

glissando...a musical 'Jacob's ladder', perhaps?!!
:-)

Anonymous said...

Charles, how can it be that we have the same way of thinking and reflecting on things??
There's a lark in the laurel tree just outside my bedroom, that starts singing his praises at 4:15 am on the dot every morning. It's so loud I can't help but wake up, but initial irritation gives way to a warm, sleepy smile as I fall back asleep, reassured that a new day is dawning.

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Anonymous said...

That is a beautiful description of the lark's joy in the morning.