The view out the kitchen window this morning is rather gray and dull. Tiny snowflakes zip past driven by the same stiff breeze that is making the tree tops sway high up above. The cedars are dark, their mantle of snow stripped away by the high, bitterly cold winds of the last couple of days.
Gray, white, dark green, a monochromatic scene against a glaring sky. Except there's a single, tiny burst of colour: the bright red body of a male cardinal who has hunkered down amongst the cedar branches.
And there he goes. Exit, stage left. A flash of crimson glory.
A Valentine flower in a sleeping garden.
"And truly Jesus did many other signs in the presence of His disciples, which are not written in this book; but these are written that you may believe that Jesus is the Christ, the Son of God, and that believing you may have life in His name." Jn 20:30-31
The Black River is a journey in faith. It delves into an exploration of life: from the calm, clear waters of the good days, the mundane, to the swirling eddies and deep waters of issues that face every one of us. Thank you for visiting this site. You can contact me personally at: godandtheblackriver@gmail.com
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