Theology Today, Vol. 60, No. 3, October 2003, 408.
[Reprinted with permission]
The fog spreads its wings over the cove at the edge of the meadow, hovering there, the distant din of feathered evensong fades into the dusk only to rise like incense in praise.
The fog spreads its wings
over the cove at the edge
of the meadow, hovering there,
the distant din of feathered
evensong fades into the dusk
only to rise like incense in praise.
Martha Ann Robbins Th.D.
Pittsburgh Theological Seminary
616 N. Highland Avenue
Pittsburgh, PA 15206
412-441-3304 x 2125
mrobbins@pts.edu
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