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Evening 30 March 2016

March 31, 2016

It is a wonderful thing when you are exactly where you belong!

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Pricked ears in the pasture,IMG_0041

Indian and double-stuffed Oreo, wander among the grasses,

chomping off bits,

now whinnying to unseen friends.

A slight breeze causes the yellowing wheat to whisper to the grass.

Evening deepens,

painting the bellies of clouds in the west- orange and purple.Winter Spring 2008 063

The early morning clatter of bird song is hushed,

settling with the occasional scrape of branches in the thick, green lilac bushes.

The white on the horses stands contrast to the deepening blue hue,

changing rabbits from grey to brown,

their muscle-sculpted hind legs rounding to accommodate large feet.

A hushed hum from the yard light keeps the silent tractor company.

I belong here, like nowhere else,

listening to the breathing of God,

witness to what seems secret,IMG_2619

lush,

whole.

Do the clouds enjoy the paintbrush of the sunset?

Do the horses sense the end of the depth of day?

Do the rabbits keep the…

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