Seek and ye shall find,
Knock, and the door will be opened unto you
(Yes, that black speck is the last of four ravens -- two adults, two juveniles -- who left Paul's driveway as I too was driving away from our game of hide and seek.
An unexpected hawk, farthering herself from me after my frank conversation with the milkman about how wake-up calls are heard, received, lived out.
And to start it all, a soaring pair of ravens at Stuart and 221.
Matthew 7:7 is the source of this song I have known since childhood, which is beautiful when sung in a round.
And Glen and I got to be classroom helpers for Flora's Thanksgiving Feast.)
Danke. Merci. Gracias. Thanks. Mercy. Grace.
In Christ's name we pray, Amen.