Quiet Sunday Morning
The sun is shining, the air is fresh and sweet with the fragrance of spring flowers; from a blossom-laden tree blackbird sings, there is no sound of traffic, all is quiet and peaceful.
Then across the village bells begin to ring out calling people to prayer. I stop what I
am doing and listen. What a joyful sound it is, the peal of church bells on
a Sunday morning.
Then across the village bells begin to ring out calling people to prayer. I stop what I
am doing and listen. What a joyful sound it is, the peal of church bells on
a Sunday morning.
posted by to touch a unicorn at 1:07 PM
3 Comments:
Ahhh, there's so much out there to enjoy, isn't there? And we ignore.
Quiet Sunday morning is beautiful.
Ahhh, there's so much out there to enjoy, isn't there? And we ignore.
Quiet Sunday morning is beautiful.
Thank you J
and to you Guyana-gyal
Yes there is so much out there sometimes we forget to take the time to notice. :)
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