Listening to the Stream

At first glance, the stream appears motionless, its shallow green waters merely reflecting the overarching canopy of green. But here by the bridge, rocks litter the stream’s bed, and its water comes to life. Its meandering impeded, the stream ripples, bubbles, and rushes. The currents ripple and swirl around the rocks and fall over submergedContinue reading “Listening to the Stream”

In the Light of His Love

It never ceases to amaze me:  The sunrise.  I sit on the back patio, my feet propped on a lawn chair, facing east.  The sky is gray, the scattered clouds a steel-gray smudge. In the early morning pre-dawn, the colors around me blur.  The birds sing their early morning songs:  “Wake up, wake up, it’sContinue reading “In the Light of His Love”