“On the last and greatest day of the feast, Jesus stood and said to his disciples, ‘If anyone is thirsty, let him come to me and drink. Whoever believes in me, as the Scripture has said, streams of living water will flow from within him.’”
~ John 7:37-38
I am the rock at the top of the mountain,
Battered by gusting, wild, keening winds,
Looking out over valleys and winding roads.
The seasons molt beneath my feet,
Changing day by day with the birds, with the trees,
In the ground, and in the folds of the land.
And so years pass by. A century is as nothing.
People carve their names into my age-old stone and go,
But I am content to be where I am.
The summit of Humpback Rock, which I just hiked yesterday.
You blue petals
tossing like wild hair,
throw a defiant stare into the wind,
throw your head back
in the face of a sinking Summer,
a Summer with a soon-coming end.
in careless reckless,
catch the breath of Autumn’s breathing.
Oh, why the wait for Autumn! Autumn!
when a spark of seasons’ changing
flies on the wind!
As you petals pause
and look at me with open blue eyes,
you seem to know…
This day is like a wild sigh
Inside of me!