Listen for the sounds unleashed in the silence. Listen for the voices of stone that cry out to the glory of God.
Look for the sights unveiled by the rising sun. Look for the blossoms shimmering in morning light, singing God’s praise.
Breathe in the gift of faithful promises.
Breathe in the hope of a future world, now but not yet, where freedom triumphs, peace and abundance reign. Amen.
Christine Sine
Carrie's Bench 