Saturday Morning Graces

Sunshine skittering through the branches of the apple trees; points of light glittering  on the nut tree; sparrows holding their chapter meeting in the barn eaves; daffodils bending in the breeze; the dark pink tilth of the fields smelling sweetly; a cock crowing loudly; pied wagtails dipping and dancing on the lawn; the smell of beeswax from the oratory; guests stirring lazily in the West End of the monastery; Bro Duncan PBGV imploring a morning walk; the warm silence which follows Lauds. For all these gifts of your giving, Lord, we give thanks.

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