For her and Him who gave her
Not one to dive in I wade in slow. The water is always too cold. Slow step by slow step. Easy misstep on green fungus or teetering stone. So you are. Jagged rocks had left a scar. Still you beckon. Slow swirl outside the mainstream. Wooing. Escape from the summer heat. Selah.
Sliver sun betwixt Birch. Rustling wind, shining silver. What’s
around the bend? Quiet? Snow topped granite grandeur? So you are. Moving
forward; both impetus and reward. A biting wind blows. To be alive!
Salt burns eyes. Burgeoning heat; the monsoon builds with
no release. Heart pounding. Tympany beat on tympany beat, body jarring. So you are. Breathing escapes me. Air-won’t-satisfy.
Gasping. Rock steps pound knee and drive hip upward every stinking step. I’ve
been here before. Reward will come.
Time tried, water formed, forged in fire. Standing white; river
sentinel. Elements have etched a hammock in igneous. Shelter from biting wind;
heat that’s been borrowed from the sun. Stretching out, safe and secure. So you
are.
