Sunday morning, at the church of the glassy river, there were frogs. A whole symphony of them. There were also 2 coyotes who crossed the railroad tracks. One looked both ways before crossing, the other did not. Cardinals were a blaze of color in the not-yet-leafed-out trees.
One red-tailed, and one gray squirrel spiraled up and down and around a tree before parting at the bottom and each going their separate ways. Geese called as they flew overhead.
Signs of love were spotted in various spaces. It was a perfect reflection for the service. The church of the glassy river may be the best congregation I have ever belonged to.
Beautiful. Thank you.
Posted by: Linda Watson | 04/04/2022 at 08:03 PM