Evensong

I sit on my deck this evening, on my wooden glider that I love. Beautiful and bountiful trees grace my yard as it slopes toward the stream at the base of the mountain. A truly spectacular view!

Callie is beside me, her head rests in my hand while I stroke the sweet spot between her eye and ear. Oh, she does enjoy that.

The rain is falling softly. A tree frog has taken up residence in the reeds below the deck. He sings loudly; I imagine he calls his lady love to come and share the evening.

The fireflies are just coming out, twinkling through the rain in the waning light.

It is a good evening, a peaceful evening. And I am reminded of the words of the prayer I heard at Liturgy this morning:

For a day that in all things will be perfect, holy, peaceful and without sin, let us pray to the Lord.

Amen.