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The trail behind the house is slippery this time of year with coarse dust that rolls out from under your feet. It is so dry that maple and alder leaves are already falling through the bright air landing yellow, brown and green, foretelling the end to a peculiar season. We are heading for autumn, when rain will knock bright leaves from the trees and cracks in the ground will heal with water. The wind will return to tatter the corn left standing in the garden or sheaved on the porch for Halloween among the pumpkins, a reminder that things turn brittle, even as they change. The moon tonight is gibbous but lights the forest all the same. You can see the trail heading into the dark woods away from our home. The air is still and the trees are silent, yet in the distance a train by the river blasts its whistle filling this space with motion. --D. H. Bleything Right Click Image Save: Download PDF to Print

The future belongs to the next generation—

The beauty of a babbling stream cool to the senses, calming to the eyes Talk about Eye Candy! That’s why I pray. A playful moment turned ugly by trouble. Then a quick mind and strong arms saving the day, saving the would-be victims. That’s why I pray. A friend’s parent dies, confusion and pain surrounding I pray for comfort, for peace. I want the man in my life To stay strong, to be healthy, To be content and fulfilled. That’s why I pray. Because I wouldn’t know how to cope Without an omnipotent God to share my trials and joys with. To acknowledge that I can’t survive alone in this magnificent universe. That’s why I pray . . . --Evy Kristensen Download PDF to Print:

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