Southern summer Sunday...when the gospel flows melodiously from ruby throated choir members, and dewdrops are brilliantly transposed into glistening, gleaming shafts of shooting stars.
When vibrant hues of the lazy, meandering morning glory visually proclaim the dawning of a new day with a resounding hallelujah chorus!
When a skyscape of incandescent silence lounges placidly 'midst a vast ocean of blue, as the warmth of awakening sunshine comfortingly permeates the earth's every crevice.
When the wind languishes in his nightly slumber and both mammoth trees and miniscule grass blades stand erect with a serene posture of freshness and anticipation.
God's masterpiece on display...
this southern summer Sunday.
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Jane- Ann Heitmueller