Sitting in the Shadow's saddle, I weave through gentle curves and sloping hills, feeling surging power from twin cylinders, the soft rumble of chrome pipes and responsive throttle vibrating through gloved hands as I pass through miles of fertile land. Nearing Valley Falls, the deepening green of northeastern Kansas spring polishes its sheen in splotches of sunlight passing through broken sky. Hard-tilled fields wait for warmer temps to send seed sprouting into the light, an ancient calling toward growing and the perennial hope of autumn yields. Recent rains have brought the needed gain of moisture into the heart of dark soil but a hard freeze two nights ago punctuates several days of lower-than-average daytime highs. It takes more than one thing in our lives, something to both sprout and nourish the better seeds, something more than a day or two of needed sun to move us into the sure run of growth and fruitful bearing that fulfills purpose and desire: a fellowship anchored in the fire of faith, sustained by hope and forged in love, and hands working together the fruitful work of hearts set on the things that are above. H. Arnett 4/25/2023
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