I was down to the river this morning just as the sun was peeking over the causse...
There I sang my morning prayer, accompanied only by the rustling of the dry, frosty leaves as the dogs sought out a frozen scent and by the silently flowing river carrying hunks of ice downstream.
A single voice, singing to God..
"By the Rivers of Babylon"
in the cold.
"May the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart be acceptable in thy sight, O Zion!"
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