a long day was worked by many.  a quiet dinner was had of cornbread and salad.  a kitchen was cleaned.  an evening walk beside fields of corn was taken.  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”
Amy Carmichael