WET TENNESSEE WATER
(26 March 2009, Stewart’s Creek, Carl A. Patton)
Beloved Peace be unto you. Brethren there is no place like home. However while we sojourn in a foreign land we see our home place our home going, homecoming in the majesty of the Creation. I felt the wet water. It was more than just good and wet. It was part of the Divine Creation and I am forever grateful.
Once again the rain had fallen steady and
hardly ceasing for several days and nights.
Spring had come upon the land and the Lord
now fed the earth so that many things previously
created could come back to life.
The Creek which was Stewart had a swollen
stomach because as far as we could see it was
now a small river. Muddy was the water though
as it rushed by coming from places I would imagine
back in time and long ago as nothing ever leaves.
At the rock place my favorite rock was almost
covered by water. Anyway there was no place
for my legs except in the Creek. However I soon
found another place just to the left and found several
dry leaves that were damp on one side.
I hoped the leaves would give me some comfort and
pad the cool moist rocks where I sat down to write.
Gentle muddy creek waves brushed against trees that
now stood in the Creek. There was a natural rippling sound
of the water as it moved upon the standing trees and rocks.
But I still could feel the welcomed and treasured solitude.
I will always cherish these days of life as these are the
times when great peace filled me up. Peace is conducive
to living especially in harmony and in balance with nature.
Thus I can feel the water however dry I am.