A first-person Lenten parable on contrition and repentance
It appeared to be such a splendid day.
Light filtered through the overhanging boughs showing well the path I trod. The sounds of the forest held no warning. The cheerful song of birds, the droning of some busy insects, the rustling of branches as a gentle wind came through, but then I heard it though faintly, but with an increasing tenor.Read More »The Huntsman