Sunday Commute

Golden morning glow like faces lit up by a campfire, colors like some earthy kaleidoscope, and quiet like I’m the only one to see it.
When I arrive where brothers and sisters have gathered, I am (more than usual) thankful, humble, and ready to sing.
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