In the calm of early morning, I sit with my coffee on the back porch and watch the new day sun crawl up the side of the house to the top of the oak tree. At that time, the sand hill cranes that roost at night on the lake shore not far from home raise their voices. I used to think it was their morning "ra-ra" meeting before they divide into families to fly out and forage for food, but this morning, I changed my mind.
The May light, a soft breeze, and the choir of song bird solo's, duets, and trio's melded with my thankful heart. That's when I changed my mind about the cranes. Now, I like to think they start their day, like the rest of the birds, with a chorus of praise and acceptance of God's plan for their day.
The May light, a soft breeze, and the choir of song bird solo's, duets, and trio's melded with my thankful heart. That's when I changed my mind about the cranes. Now, I like to think they start their day, like the rest of the birds, with a chorus of praise and acceptance of God's plan for their day.
"Praise God from whom all blessings flow. Praise Him all creatures here below."
Peace. Love, Linda
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