Abstract: A Morning in June
The sun cleared the peak of Lassen and stretched her arms across the valley until she touched my squinty face.
And I closed my eyes and let her bathe me in her warmth.
Then I heard the robins and quail chirping and singing as though praising the sun for her arrival.
And for a moment, my lonely soul found peace.
Thank you Lord, for the sun and the birds, and the magic of the morning,
before work and phone calls, and the business of life.
