How good and pleasant it is when God’s people live together in unity! It is like precious oil poured on the head, running down on the beard, running down on Aaron’s beard, down on the collar of his robe. It is as if the dew of Hermon were falling on Mount Zion. For there the LORD bestows his blessing, even life forevermore. —Psalm 133

summer was a display
of color,
full circle treats
behind clear glass,
a mother turning the crank,
girls standing as flanks,
hands held open wide,
eyes feasting
on colors bright
light rolling
like dew from Hermon,
wintry things
melting into streams,
the promises
coming to pass,
the memories
of summers past
sealed in glass
each piece
delivered slow,
yet steady
to little eyes
that see and ask,
would you pretty please
crank me out
a little piece
of summer?