The Footsteps of God

After a moment when something becomes what it has always been and creation comes flying in as natural as breath-- now that shakes the earth for me! It takes an afternoon of wondering to ease that away. Anything will do to set it off: an old fencepost, silent as they come, brings its own memories in and it's a good source for musing-- a chunk of time I might have left there until the wood decays-- until the hammer blows have ceased to echo back across the meadow. There's a world lying there in the interim-- a world of seconds holding history that dangled there above the waiting drama we call years. Now could one be so callous as to simply walk away? ~