The Glowing Deer

A Writer's Corner

Sitting quietly among the trees, I can hear the soft rustle of the leaves. The sun is glittering through a canopy of wilderness and it’s so quiet I can hear the beating of my heart.

Laying back against the rough bark on a tall tree and looking up toward the sky I can only catch glimpses of the blue through the tree tops and wonder how Christ ever imagined this in His minds eye. Was the sounds of birds and the smell of the damp ground a part of His vision?

In a dreamy state of wondrous imagination I look out beyond the trees. There stands a magnificently graceful gray and white deer. Her head is lowered as she leisurely nips and tugs at the grass beneath her feet. A twitch of her tail signals that she has sensed a foreign presence.

Sitting quietly while holding my breath, I’m afraid…

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