sunday letters


Late yesterday my wife and I wandered through a Barnes & Noble when I saw a book on calligraphy on the discount rack.  Reminds me of one that is somewhere among my mother’s things stored still in the garage.  My penmanship, however,  is lazy and often illegible – even to me.

Nobody uses pen and ink anymore.  Perhaps school children but they use block letters.  But the penmanship of God is perfect.  Sunday dawn colors in the clouds,  the fruit tree flowering outside my window.  The form of my wife.



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