SILENT SPACE (2-15-09)
Beloved Peace be unto you. John came walking never alone. He also came with a walking stick. He also carried his heart in his bosom. He reflected on his talks with Jesus as he was close. However never could he see among so many. The multitudes faded as the preaching and the fish and loaves of barely bread had refreshed all that needed to be fed. The quiet of river bank called out so did the serene times of the high hill top where he prayed.
This day was windy and cold but
I still longed for my secret writing
place as there was solitude peace and
quiet times to think there.
The rocks, the trees and winter briars
even in this season hid the place but I
found it and rested there. Snug under
the rocks and the beautiful green moss,
That held the banks to the Creek on
both sides I found shelter from the wind.
Here I was free from the human touch.
The flesh often broke my concentration,
And this was not good. Thinkers I believe
eventually desire the company of inanimate
things at times other than those that spoke
in the human dialect.
But the squirrels, rabbits, deer and turtles
Soaking up the sun on the fallen logs along the
Creek the muskrats, chipmunks, blue heron the
fish swimming in the Creek and the birds,
That flew limb from limb and those that
glided in the clear blue sky only inspired
me and brought greater thought. There was
surely something about this great Creation.
I thank Almighty God for these times and
His Creation and for life. Silent Space that
reached out at me and talked uttering a
language only the righteous could hear.