I walk along the water’s edge today
To frame the corners of a frayed day played out in time.
I taste the treacle of the honeysuckle
Bloomed too soon and given voice before anything is done.
A gaggle waddles up the banks.
The goslings following chew up the doddle left by know-better elders.
I hear their trumpet calls, “To action!” ,
“Beware!”, and “Hide yourself away!”
A swift turns, flickers above my head
And then is gone; Blended blue weds the rippled mirror.
I see echoes that do not last.
Eternity reveals itself in a flutter of wings skimming, leaving momentary forever trails.
The patient roar of an ancient fall
Kisses walls made by men with spray they meant to dam.
I savor the scent of ancient waters slick with the flavor of pollened grasses
A cinnamon greater than the smell humanity can erase.
The beaver slaps the water’s silence
brings to life my dalliance with the light. Darkness knows.
I feel the wind wrap His cloak about me
A welcome home to a prodigal son.
And somewhere in my sense memory I recall
There is a God.
Lillie-Put 
Pastor J, I just love how you marry words together. I love the imagery these lines bring to my mind’s eye,
“The patient roar of an ancient fall
Kisses walls made by men with spray they meant to dam.
I savor the scent of ancient waters slick with the flavor of pollened grasses
A cinnamon greater than the smell humanity can erase.”
Thanks Deb for this compliment. As I was writing from the photo I got thinking of the spiritual ramifications of the words. There is a River that mankind has tried to stop or at the very least control. There is a scent of the Divine in the wind that man has tried to eradicate or at the very least cover up.Yet for all our trying…all our denials God still breaks through and breaks down our walls.
Amen!
>> “There is a God”
AMEN! . . . a living God, an omnipotent God – a God who is PERSONALLY interested in me and everything I think and do – a God who adopted me as His own blood-bought child and who undertakes for me, desiring only the very, very best for me.
Truly, an incredibly amazing, awesome God!
Amen Angela! This poem came about as a meditation on Romans 1:20.