a long day was worked by many.Â a quiet dinner was had of cornbread and salad.Â a kitchen was cleaned.Â an evening walk beside fields of corn was taken.Â and i kept thinking of this written bit that spoke to this quiet soul today:
“Love of my heart, my stream runs dry;
O Fountain of the heavenly hills,
Love, blessed Love, to Thee I cry,
Fill all my secret hidden rills.
Water of Love, O pour through me;
I must have Love; I must have Thee”