Just as a prism of glass miters light and casts a colored braid, a garden sings sweet incantations the human heart strains to hear. Hiding in every flower, in every leaf, in every twig and bough, are reflections of the God who once walked with us in Eden.
Tonia Triebwasser
light human heart sweet glass flower gardens eden hiding hear garden reflections god
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