With each breath, life. Stepping forward Into the fresh, cool air. That feeling in the air, It’s all around. Rock of ages, For the ages, From the ages. Layer upon layer, Lines of grandeur. Moments of mist, Moments of majesty. Sounds of water flowing, Then its rush within sight. Rolling over, dripping down, Passing through, Gentle like the breeze. Invigorating, enthralling, Comforting, to the soul, Soothing to one’s spirit.
Walking along the pace is brisk in some places and much slower and methodical at others. The path so concrete, laid out as clear as day, but then seemingly disappearing, leaving those travelling it to take stock… to figure the way forward that safely, or maybe wisely, fits them best. Yet, sometimes the “where I am” and “where I want to be” do not meet, or maybe just not yet.
A process that makes time, and the taking of it, not only a good thing, but also a necessary thing. Overall, a journey building upon itself before coming to the end of the trek, or this one, on this plane, at least, and landing on stable ground, or rather learning to be steady on whatever the ground may be.
While some building may call for a single column as if marking the way, some calls are for branching out, and lending support. Still rising, tall and strong, a new look on a familiar way, always moving, continuing the journey, sometimes quick, slower at others, maybe even coming to a pause, but ultimately, always moving toward, if not with, greater depth.
Make straight paths for your feet, that what is lame may not be dislocated but healed. – Heb 12:13
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