they went down,
stumbling upon a woodsy place
untouched
and seemingly insignificant, yet
verdant with promise
the tall trees witnesses
of a miracle
Light Divine
distilled as dew
at the waters edge
reflected in eddying
pools of thoughtful praise.
Truth restored.
power from on High to make clean
they stepped forward
immersed in Living Water,
rising forever changed,
the world washed away
restored for a moment to His presence
in gentle, quiet joy.
The trees still cradle truth and testimony,
dews gently distill.
My soul indelibly changed
infused with Living Water
Fed from on High
I go up.
May I never forget, and
always tread quietly on hallowed ground.
2007
©Eleanor Clark
