The Place Where Evening Gathers

I cannot tell you how simply stunning the October Sky was tonight. Nearing twilight, I looked up and saw a gathering of evening coming together as sure as you please. Just like the lyric in this song, ...."Where morning gathers." I did look, "forever," and thought I saw, "What time may never know."

It wasn't just evening that gathered, either. All day nature was shouting out with it's beauty everywhere I looked. It doesn't get more beautiful than this.

Calling Out Your Name - by Rich Mullins (Listen)

Well the moon moved past Nebraska
And spilled laughter on them cold Dakota Hills
And angels danced on Jacob's stairs
Yeah, they danced on Jacob's stairs
There is this silence in the Badlands
And over Kansas the whole universe was stilled
By the whisper of a prayer
The whisper of a prayer

And a single hawk bursts into flight
And in the east the whole horizon is in flames
I feel thunder in the sky
I see the sky about to rain
And I hear the prairies calling out Your name

I can feel the earth tremble
Beneath the rumbling of the buffalo hooves
And the fury in the pheasant's wings
And there's fury in a pheasant's wings
And it tells me the Lord is in His temple
And there is still a faith that can make the mountains move
And a love that can make the heavens ring
And I've seen love make heaven ring

Where the sacred rivers meet
Beneath the shadow of the Keeper of the plains
I feel thunder in the sky
I see the sky about to rain
And I hear the prairies calling out Your name

From the place where morning gathers
You can look sometimes forever 'til you see
What time may never know
What time may never know
How the Lord takes by its corners this old world
And shakes us forward and shakes us free
To run wild with the hope
To run wild with the hope

The hope that this thirst will not last long
That it will soon drown in a song not sung in vain
And I feel thunder in the sky
I see the sky about to rain
And I hear the prairies calling out Your name

And I know this thirst will not last long
That it will soon drown in the song not sung in vain
I feel thunder in the sky
I see the sky about to rain
And with the prairies I am calling out Your name

 

Songwriters: Richard Mullins

Calling Out Your Name lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

I Found Walden

...and crows, at the library sale last week.

The crows did not cooperate with taking photos. They kept inching away from me as if they knew I wanted their picture. Mischievous little things. The book looks old, but it's actually from 2017. I am planning on collecting copies of Walden whenever I find them, no matter the age, just because I love that book and they look so pretty on the shelf all lined up. "Walden," Walden," "Walden," and so on. Know what I mean? It sort of gives me thrill when I see them all lined up in a row on the shelf, ...sort of like Matthew and his grubs ...

Anne Shirley: Do things ever give you a thrill?

Matthew Cuthbert: Well, I don't rightly know.

Anne Shirley: There has to be something.

Matthew Cuthbert: Well, now, um... I suppose it kind of gives me a thrill to see those ugly white grubs that spade up in the cucumber beds.

Anne Shirley: I suppose I can imagine that.