Sometimes beauty lies in the distance …
Perliously, within our grasp, but yet so far.
The closer we get, the more obstacles see fit to present themselves.
Daring you to meet them head on…
Do you cross or stand pat?
While you debate
Those obstacles are
Scoffing at your notion
Of conquest …
But victory is your only respite
The
path
is
often
uneven.
The fruits of the journey are wrought with beauty and peril
Leaving the climax worth it…
I walked with deliberation, my steps were earnest.
I heard nothing, but the sounds of the Bay…
But, I was compelled to stop.
Strangely, there was no fanfare, no applause, no cheering section.
It was only me.
Who bore witness … To divine intervention.
I grinned.
I knelt …
Feeling the cold sand between my fingers as I wrote out my proclamation.
A declaration, a humble acknowledgement.
That receipt of a long elusive gift…
That I’ve longed for …
Ever since I could remember.
So…
I claimed it…
I sat down, smiling contently.
As I pulled it into my orbit.
Looking out at the horizon… Wrestling with the gravity …
Of the beauty that my eyes are bearing witness to.
The wonderment.
The rhymthic splashing of the water against the rocks is entrancing and takes me to another place altogether where words fail me.
Often… I’ve felt as if I was alone to sort out the conundrum that life saw fit to scatter at my feet.
But… Just when I was resigned to my fate and accepted solitude as my burden, I saw the manifestation of my faith in the distance.
And I took heart in the realization that I wasn’t alone.
Then… I lost the grace that I thought was in my grasp… Crestfallen.
I labored on.. Only to find that you were only leading me to the shores of my potential ripe … With the expectations and the blessings that you mandated me to reap.
You were my lighthouse.
Standing here; still, unmoving, wondering. Is it that my faith is weak or is the fear of the unknown?
It is a not-so certain reality that I step out alone.
Perhaps it is my imagination …
But my memory is short of the times past that I’ve never been cast aside with nary a hand from divine intervention.
The air chills my lungs with each breath as I walk on … Knowing the answer.
Gunpowder Falls, Md
Sometimes hearing nothing helps you to hear exactly what is needed.
Gunpowder Falls, Md
Water has the properties to flush toxins out of the body as well as flushing the toxins out of the mind.
Is it easier said than done? Possibly, but often we opt not to make it a priority.
But isn’t sanity worth it or would it be too much like right?
I sat here transfixed by the sight, intoxicated by the sound of the water rushing by. I felt myself wishing that I could teleport myself here, whenever the weight of the world becomes too much to bear.
In a technology infused society… People are too busy to listen to God… There is not a place for God to talk to us either for that matter, but it I always find that I speak intently to God when nature is in the forefront.
Whenever I am in Gunpowder Falls, I always make the climb up here & have a seat, so I can be alone with my thoughts…
I sat here transfixed, mumbling about how this looked like a natural dam.
Shun P.'s interactions with Mother Nature 