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The wind tickled my ears. I exhaled, staring up into the leaf-laden branches shuffling in the wind. Curious blades of grass bearing gleaming bulbs of morning dew formed a green bed around me. I was with God. Face-up in the grass, bared to His holiness, shivering in the cold of my depravity, yet burning with the desire to meet Him again.
A little sparrow chirped a sonnet in some high nest, and the passion behind his song made me smile. Just a little creature, a tiny bird, praising his Creator. If we didn’t join him in his harmonious tune, then the rocks beneath our feet would burst out in a deep-throated chant. In a rumbling anthem screaming of God’s magnificence. I closed my eyes.
I was almost there. Almost at that place. A rolling, thunderous vibrato hummed somewhere deep in the ground. The lisp of the wind in the leaves crescendoed. The little footfalls of the ants marching past my ears fell into the mix, tip-tapping...
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