God's unending passionate fire, in the sunbursts, in the heart-life of His people, when my being, gratefully stunned, first heard His thunderous angels beneath the summer rain clouds singing so superior, sacred, sonorous, of a purity divine, deep male voices richly resonant, honeyed female voices, singing, "Amazing Grace," their giving manna above our rooftops, such a majesty of our Lord. Their energy surging, shaking vibrations in the floor boards, a shining flash of light above the bowing trees, I do not deserve such a holy gift ~ of these celebratory messengers of God, I cannot sing as strong as they, yet, I still rejoice in His mystical acceptance, He enters our minds so freely in His charity, as We worship Him in songs of golden gratitude, the earth cannot contain our joy from collective humanity, great are my years, young is my enthusiasm and awe. He blesses our dreams of peace and longing to always be with Him, comforts our lingering sorrows, who sing, who pray, who reads His word, whether newcomer, or older in His abiding goodness. His earthly trilling songbirds pause to hear His commanding, yet gentle voice of all seasons, of all time, oh, the emerging great beams of dawn when tiny white lights sparkle as they float and greet my awakenings, all the treasures of this world can never compare, never equal, the flawless gifts He gives to us. ~