As the wild deer longs for water...

Sicut cervus desiderat ad fontes aquarum, ita desiderat anima mea ad te Deus. - Psalm 42

On this sunny Sunday morning, I spy small miracles all around me that refresh my tired spirit:

Bright yellow, starry flowers on a cucumber plant long given up for gone
New tiny green tomatoes
The sweet banter of the early morning birds
And these tiny white flowers, which are growing wild in the "landscaped" area at our local train station (an area in which they simply plopped random assortments of shrubbery two years back, and now neglect them completely)
And a completely random overhearing of Palestrina's "Sicut Cervus" as I passed by the small church on my way to the train.

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