joy that arrives like a candle and reminds us brighter days will come,
laughing until we cry and crying until we laugh,
how you hold us close in a way our hearts can feel,
for the glorious, golden leaves outside my window,
and the wind that sounds like a whisper calling my name.
The trees lift their hands as if to answer back.
I close my eyes and listen.
Everything I hear, the high and low, sounds to me like one word repeated…
grace, grace, grace.
Let’s say prayers of thanks this week. What are you grateful to God for?
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