The light is falling which means that as the short blue explosions of light subside, the longer, slower pinks and yellows and reds flood

The sky, the man-made lake, and the little girl who looks with every fiber of her being for Beauty in the form of a Friend

Where is he? Her arms and legs geometric as she peers towards the fence, the friend she has missed, like a lost brother, all these years in exile

Your rod and your staff will comfort me

the bamboo stick fished from the river in her hand as her older sister recounts the story of Aaron (and Moses) casting down a rod only to see if transformed into a snake and a snake that eats the snakes of all who oppose them!

“I wish I could turn a staff into a snake!” She exclaims with envy. As though this were a thing little girls did with prophetic regularity.

I tell her she should aim to just practice treating Jesus like a friend who sticks closer than a brother.

Talk then listen

Listen then talk

Marvel at what happens when God gives you

Treasure in the field

As light falls

Into night