All Creatures of Our God and King

maybe, just maybe... I was given this time to ponder a Franciscan, many birds, and a friend's death.

sometimes when you rise to sing a hymn at a memorial service, everything comes together...

and as our eyes are filled with the sunlight streaming through stained glass and tears, we sing praises.

It was one of John Touchberry's favorites.

Did you hear us? Were you perched on the bell tower?