a poet's picture book

i think i'll always remember the orange glow of the sun bouncing off the lake, calm as glass; and the sound of childers harmonizing quietly with the loons and frogs. little moments like this are a constant reminder that the little moments aren't little at all. and that church can be anywhere you find it. god was with me here, rocking me with the current, singing in my ear, and painting me a masterpiece to marvel in, even just for a little moment.