Mountain Gold

There's gold in them there hills

For the time being, we're still enjoying a magnificent view from our loft balcony. I say for the time being because soon another large complex will be built and it seems that our view will definitely be compromised by more urban progress. But for now, all we can do is enjoy the view on a crisp winter morning in Denver.

 

Psalm 19

The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands.

Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they display knowledge.

There is no speech or language where their voice is not heard.

Their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world.

In the heavens he has pitched a tent for the sun, which is like a bridegroom coming forth from his pavilion, like a champion rejoicing to run his course.

It rises at one end of the heavens and makes its circuit to the other; nothing is hidden from its heat.

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