Amish Country


Slowly, the sun peaks over the hillside-
Orange and red leaves fall
and a crisp chill is in the air.
There is a quiet peacefulness
to this land-
The slowness,
the calmness of this simple life
The uncertainty of tomorrow
still lingers
yet the comfort of God's love
reigns.

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