The River Jordan

Standing at the waters dividing edge.... Watching the sparrows and dragonflies flying by Spitting into its mirrored reflections amid these Shimmering thoughts of being as one; life ~ Walking down its banks and gazing into the sky Searching.... Sacred verse; flowing currents and swaying flowers Jewelweeds, colourful turtles and curious mallards Butterflies dancing afore fascinations bloom; purity ~ A chorus line its blessed light and unknown night and I My own hands; before the altar carved years ago.... The precious name of “Christ, The Messiah.” Turning toward the north to pass, this sweeping sun ~ Spirit in hand; spitting into the waters of mirrored Moments as One, with my Soul.... Searching beyound the currents flowing inside these eyes Nature, life, tides and tides; time, standing at divisions edge ************************************************* ....“Again, At The River Jordan” ~