Tempestuous

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The rain has fallen, melting mountains of white

A tempestuous gush

Changing fates in the washing away of what was familiar

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This is just down the way from our property, for those who have been our guest you will recognize it as the babbling brook we affectionately called ‘Burby Brook’, often no wilder then a gentle stream, quiet and calm and thin enough for a child to dash across.

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 Our once pristine hamlet we call home, Bragg Creek

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May the God whose power is reverenced by nature

 

 Be the God whom leads us home to his Heart

 

Where there is constant streams of peace and hope

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