Perfect spot! Out on a point where two Colorado mountain streams merge into one. The sound deafens all chatter, traffic, and noise. I force myself to be … s t i l l. To … l i s t e n. To … b e.
Nature shouts to me of God’s truths. My pen a conduit …
Roaring water rushing down
crystal clear the flow;
Giving life, hope and energy
to those waiting down below.
Eagerly over rocks and earth
the torrent rages on;
Cutting paths despite barricades
to reach a place of calm.
Living water pour over me
tireless giving Source.
Forcing out all debris
along this twisting course.
From where it comes I cannot see
the mountains deep in snow;
Gazing on the hills above
without doubt I know.
Sure as the sun born in the east
and settles in the west;
The Source of unceasing joy and life
certainly knows best.
Living water pour over me
tireless giving Source.
Forcing out all debris
along this twisting course.
Boulders tumbling, carried by
the current and the waves;
Crude, rough edges softened,
destined for more than clay.
Destined for
more
than clay.
Destined
for
more than
clay.