At
6:30 PM in the evening, desert fowl clustered in a Joshua Tree Divinely planted
in an oasis fed by underground springs. Across
the xeric landscape the arboreal wonder that names the monument gave definition
to the terrain. The birds varied in type
and song, with rattle-chatter somehow melding with sweet cadences in vigorous
vocalization perfectly pitched to allow crickets and frogs into the
chorus. Every once in a while, the vocalization
would pause. Barbara and I contributed
the only human presence to the idyllic scene.
When the rattle-chatter and sweet intoning stopped for those brief,
sublime moments, no sound could be heard. Oasis green glimmered brightly in concordance
with Phoebus’s concluding message. The
birds perched in silent serenity, Joshua’s animate statues.
Peace
spoke wordlessly:
God’s
Vision of the Good bequeathed to a pair so much in Love.
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