Sometimes everything seems perfect. Sometimes all the pieces fall into place, as though an unseen hand were guiding our hands, as though a subtle quiet power was shepherding our thoughts. Such moments are gifts, but from whom? It is as though we were musicians in an infinite orchestra, each one of us improvising our small part, somehow knowing which notes to play and when. Is this a glimpse of heaven? Are we fools to praise the Conductor?
Photo of a country road in western Chester County, Pennsylvania at sunset.
Photograph and text copyright 2020 by Danny N. Schweers
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