The vast open space, the distant sea,
The skies over the outlines of the mountain ridges, the breeze gently brushing up against me high on this clift.
Light filling all spaces; illuminating the open valley, the far away trees, the ponds and streams that irrigate the rich forest below.
Only an artist could have created such exquisite beauty, with all the various colors and shades. Then comes the symphony of sounds of the birds, the wind, and in-between all; the silence.
To you, O Yahawah; I offer my morning sacrifice of praise-
"You are the only God, there ever was."
Psalm 5:3
My voice shalt thou hear in the morning, O Lord; in the morning will I direct my prayer unto thee, and will look up.
Zarach
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