Angelus

Angelus, © 2014 Celia Her City
The evening bell might as well be ringing, calling us to abandon our work and adore the glories of the created world.  Solitary souls leave off chores to walk the dog or take a stroll, communing with the turning sky, the shimmering sound.  Their procession stretches toward infinity, through evidences of prosperity and comfortably established communities, a zenith of sorts for those who have eyes to see.

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