Wednesday, April 1, 2015


"The evening has arrived in the land. I hear the birds holding a very busy conversation. One starts and another finishes, and I wonder what they may be saying.

As dusk encroaches on their banter, are they making plans to see each other tomorrow? Are they finishing up their day's work before retiring until the sun breaks the twilight and rises from its sleep?

The crickets will soon take over the quiet of the still night air. Their chirping will awaken the cicadas and an insect party will begin. The owl will fly and the animals of the night will begin their day.

And I will rest in the arms of my beloved once more, peaceful and unaware of the night games."

"The flowers are unfolding in the fields; the birds are warming up their songs, the cooing of the turtledove is heard throughout the land." Song of Solomon 2:12 Voice