Sunday, February 22, 2015

Jordan River - photo

Jordan River - Photo How could a river, calm and still - A river I never saw - Speak like a native place familiar to my soul. Beautiful in the photo filling the screen The river's surge and flow - A path of light on its waters kept widening, And I could have touched the wood Of slender trees bent low over its banks. Hour after hour I looked back At the dark-light shift on its quiet waters. "Oh river Jordan - what are you telling me?" Swift as light from its depth a line of verse Rose straight up and I heard: "Deep and still is my love". So I turned to letters of thought and drew out these words from fathoms Down in my heart. "Deep and still is my love - Like a river - miles away yet always Found in its source - I wait for the day when I will sing with you, oh Jordan. When the muddied currents of exile No longer impede and obscure - Then as pure mountain waters, As freshwater streams restored, We will sing and clap our hands, river Jordan -Widening forever towards the light."