I am thankful for this wrought-silver day, with its array of rain-streaked silver coins hanging from each and every tree. All is coined in those argentous hues, from the palest metallic sheens to the hard and brittle skeins of black, through every recess of silvery shade in between - beauty mined in the mind of God. It is a monochromatic day of shimmer to remind us what can be done with a single tinge of angel-light on a cold and rain-swept day. Christ is born! Glorify Him!
David Sanborn
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