The one yoke was close to the edge of the frying pan, I wondered how it could be flipped over without breaking. Well, the yoke didn’t break, instead it was totally exposed and the white part folded gently under it like clouds framing a golden sun.
“Kiss His Son, or He will be angry and your way will lead to your destruction, for His wrath can flare up in a moment. Blessed are all who take refuge in Him.” Psalm 2:12 (KJV).