Place of Life

Tree of Life

I recently went to the Grand Canyon with my brothers and sisters, and for a moment, I could breathe.

There are no pictures that will do the Canyon due justice in representing its grandeur, and truly no words in any language that can properly express the joy I experienced with those that I Love. Perhaps an angelic tongue would do.

We sang and heard our voices dissipate as the Canyon walls carried them to the bottom, and yet somehow I believe they could be heard just as clearly by the birds and deer sipping from the Colorado River.

What more need I say?

It was only a few steps from Eden, and this tree, the Tree of Life.

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