It is quiet.
The world is holding its breath, waiting.
It is quiet.
The birds of the air and the animals of the earth anticipate the approaching cataclysm.
It is quiet.
We sleep, unable to pray for even an hour with Him.
It is quiet.
The demons anticipate victory.
It is quiet.
He prays and an angel ministers.
It is quiet.
The worst inside humanity prepares.
It is quiet.
The best of humanity fails to understand.
It is quiet.
God prepares for battle.
It is quiet.
Grace, mercy, and salvation emerge and are revealed with a kiss.
Picture of our muscadine (native grape) vine in our garden.
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