11 January 2006

From the Akathist of Thanksgiving...

When sunset descends over the earth and the peace of eternal sleep and the stillness of the fading day come to reign, I see Your abode in the guise of glistening palaces and clouds hovering in the evening light. Fiery red, gold and azure speak prophetically of the unutterable beauty of Your world and cry out triumphantly: "Let us go to the Father!"
(Both pictures were taken by my son today right here in boring old southern Illinois!)

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

very purdy.