Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Along the Path


pool newly made from
morning rain, murky brown, burnt
umber, it halts my onward march
I stop to consider my way round

brush and bush lay right
hectic stream lays left
both lead somewhere
playing for time to make my choice

I crouch before it
wondering if I dipped
fingers into its stillness
would I be rebaptized

into ancient creation
layer upon layer of life
brewing, bubbling 
in this sudden fen

God's breath still moves
across the waters
pulling from chaos
this sacred pause

Presbyterian CREDO, May 2013

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