Randy May … 12/21/2021
Return to the 4 AM sky, the sequel. Fog again is forming and diminishing the brilliance of the stars. A faint and quickly fading Orion, stands defiantly atop the western horizon’s tree-top silhouettes. God says, “you again”, as I reach out my cup (which already runneth over) and beg, “more please”. He dips into infinity and tops me off with fresh pure Love, as He tells me to come back any time. There is always more where that came from!
