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.