Some Spring day, perhaps, I will sit out in my garden and wonder at the many beautiful flowers, especially the tiny ones back here, in my rock garden and around its edges. I will stay quiet and listen to the gurgles of the fish pond nearby. Yes, I will park myself by the stone wall here, on a day when the heaven is as blue as the bluebirds that I rarely see. I will listen for the birds’ chirping, and take in the fragrance of the blossoms on that day, when it comes. I will enjoy my beautiful garden and see GOD out here.
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