There were no herald angels,
no star shining bright,
no shepherds, no sheep;
but the coyotes howled
early in the morn
on this day the child was born.
May there be peace in your world.
And then, just to prove me wrong on the guiding star thing…
And then this…
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Isn’t the sky in the PNW amazing. I’m constantly boring all my friends on Facebook with another picture of the sun peeking – breaking – shining through the clouds. It feels like a further confirmation that “now we see through a glass, darkly – but then we shall see face-to-face…”