April 2015

           

                                                      April 2015
                Victoria, golden in the sunshine, standing on a hilltop; beauty amid beauty.       Birch trees, slanting spring sunlight,  children laughing on a mighty swing. 
   
        And to crown it all, Victoria, my sister; sweet and womanly, with the tang of spruce in her blood;  King's-Daughter, crafted for love and for war. I thank God for you, and see His glory in your face.


          For the Lord God is a sun and shield: the Lord will give grace and glory: no good thing will he withhold from them that walk uprightly.              
                       P s a l m   84:11