Meadowlark Prairie preach

all welcome, but hoping to put this towards his spiritualist trade!

a meadow, wide and open, pale with the fresh snow from nights before. the sunrise danced against the pure surface.

he would be stark in it, an obvious figure in the open. this was what he wished for, to draw attention to himself and summon the presence of others by his mere presence alone.

but, ah, that was rarely ever enough.

blessed are we! he barked into the open air, smile present as his yellow eyes remained hawkish. predatory, ready to bombard any who might encroach upon his sermon. another day has been given to us by none other than Him! the blessings of Him are abundant — never-ending! — if you simply look around you! a soft wispy breath escaped him, visible in the cold air.

these miracles are gifted from Him for our devotion. are you devoted?