It’s one of those days when the weather can’t make up its mind. The washing is hanging on a rack on the back porch because I know it will rain the minute I hang it on the line. When the sun comes out it is beautiful, but then it is dark again and raining. I look out of my front window and am struck by the way that even in the grey, my little Azalea shines against the fence…
the sun in unexpected
Maybe one day we will be able to stop the fighting and the hating. Maybe one day we will have peace.
He shall judge between the nations, and shall arbitrate for many peoples; they shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruning hooks; nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war any more…
a sparrow builds