by Fred Miller
Displays of His great manifestations surround us with rolling hills mantled in winter quilts and meadows donned with new fallen snow. A chorus of freshets nearby babble under blankets of frost and rime. A new moon peeks up over eastern shores and smiles down on a breathtaking silence of God’s creations below. The heavens acclaim Him in a sea of sparkling jewels as evergreens below summon the eternal light of His goodness. Let all nature rise up in homage and echo His glory in glad song. Our hearts melt before warming hearths of everlasting goodness as our souls are anointed with reflections of his everlasting grace and mercies that are offered up for all mankind.
Fred Miller is a California writer. Over fifty of his stories and poems have appeared in publications around the world over the past ten years. Many may be found on his blog: https://pookah1943.wordpress.com