There is such a contrast here upon the Red Star (the earth), outstanding examples for those with eyes to see.

It is early morn, a cool breeze whispers as it kisses my cheek. The lake is calm, the reflection of the colorful clouds scattered across the blue-sky ripple, as the gentle currents of air mingle with their reflections.

All about are the wonderous members of our Father, in harmony, singing and playing before Him, as if thanking Him for another glorious day.

Praise be to You Father for giving of Yourself, that we might live and breathe, experiencing Your Works, the endless joy of Your Hand.

Let me never complain for those who are yet unripe, dumb to Your Presence, for they miss so much by not knowing You, or Your members.

To You I am wed, now and forever.

Love,
Spirit Dove