Following long dark winters
Majestic mountain views unadulterated by clouds
on an otherwise plain dead winter forest drive
where the snow has already melted from the trees.
Though we had to drive at night
-the midnight sun has not yet found its way back home-
Northern lights danced in the sky,
while stars gleamed and the moon beamed
No voice whispered in my ear
Nor fire burned within my breast
But peace
Happiness
gratitude
Heavenly Father knows me.
He knows what I love
He knows what I hope
He knows what I ask,
without having to uttter a word.
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| Photo by Sharon Freeman |
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| Photo by Sharon Freeman |
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| Photo by Sharon Freeman |
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