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Hymn on a Highway

A pale sun hung in a sky of beaten silver as I drove in the morning rush hour.

The "rush hour" turned out not to be--anything but--it gave ample opportunity for staring at the world I passed by slowly.

A row of corn topped with rusty gold tassels stood on a high bank, silhouetted against the light blue sky, like a fringed Persian rug.

Bull rushes back lit by the morning sun, filled the ditches between the north and south lanes of Highway 404. It was a place of glory.

Returning home I took the back way through the country and saw signs for Balsam and Claremont and Myrtle--pretty, old fashioned names--and drove past more ditches resplendent with grasses, goldenrod, bull rushes--all fringed and fronded!

Corn fields on every hand, were busy whispering secrets to the wind.

And I was absolutely drunk with the beauty of the day.

Psalm 150 1-6
The Message
Hallelujah! Praise God in his holy house of worship,
praise him under the open skies;
Praise him for his acts of power,
praise him for his magnificent greatness;
Praise with a blast on the trumpet,
praise by strumming soft strings;
Praise him with castanets and dance,
praise him with banjo and flute;
Praise him with cymbals and a big bass drum,
praise him with fiddles and mandolin.
Let every living, breathing creature praise God!


Poppy said…
Dear Bel(Q)- Aside from this being a beautiful picture of a blog, it allowed you to use the word "fronded"-what could be better?Fran-did;)Poppy
LoveMyStarr said…
I would have loved to see the place for myself. Sounds so beautiful and peaceful, a perfect place to worship God.

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