waterfall moments

it has been a waterfall of
words
sounds
colors
tastes
touches
tumbling in
so fast
there will be a bursting
if they cannot be released
fingers unable to even hold the pen
as it skips across paper
and it is right
these words are not mine to capture
and thus own
they come on the Wind
and go in the Wind
and all is as it should be


there is a vibrating
a tension
in the air all around
the Voice
that hovered over the deep
birthing the earth
wishes to speak
and the air cannot hold His words
until man decides
whether or not
to listen


so many leaves falling
birch
maple
oak
ironwood
beech
all falling together
filling the air
carried by the wind
and there is no suggestion
that they all be called by the same name


it is in the fall
as the land prepares to close for winter
that the trees are bent over
under the weight
of the promise of spring


the greatness of the weight of this season
is in direct proportion
to the narrowness of the path
upon which my feet have been placed


the water needed to survive the desert
is found in the midst of thorns
it is when the thorns pierce
that I am closest to it


Jesus
oh Holy One
I sing to you forgiven
and I come
I cry
I watch
I wait
I look
I learn