Picture Perfect: Ten Minutes
Little bike blue
You’ve rusted your horn
Oaks stand by as you
Rest in the field, shorn.
This was approximately a ten minute expedition by the time I turned around and came back after the scene caught my eye, and walked across the field to place my bike. A bit more if you count the time my husband spent pumping up the tires. You don’t have to go very far to find beauty, to see examples of synergy between our Creator and us. You don’t need a bicycle (or a tractor) to work on the field within.
“I do not raise anyone forcibly. My Arm waits at the end of man’s arm; he grasps It if he wants to. If My Hand and his hand together hold the hoe, man is a thousand years old, and can still bite.”
The Revelation of Arès XXX/6-7
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