Wednesday, October 2, 2013

River Gold

Open your ears, O God, to my prayer,
  and do not hide when I call on you:
  turn to me and answer me.
                                        Psalm 54

                                                                                                                    Google Images

                                                Wading out through the Mohican river,
                                                beneath the embering 
                                                of leaves and wood,

                                                over the mute meditations 
                                                of the stones
                                                in shadows below,

                                                I stood still, 
                                                in the rippling music
                                                of its’ languages

                                                translating down 
                                                the waters of time;
                                                in the light kneeling 

                                                into the dark 
                                                of the earth

                                                and sanctuaries
                                                of all

                                                these rushing currents
                                                the gold 

                                                flecks of prayers
                                                toward the ocean 
                                                of you.


  1. Replies
    1. Thank you Nancy....this is a month of aaaaaahhh isn't it. So grateful our Lord is a master artist. Enjoy......

  2. One of these days...I'm going to move to the I can think on this: mute meditations of the stones.
    So absolutely beautiful, Cynthia.

    1. Thank you Caroline!! That would be lovely. Our Lord pours out His beauty.... Enjoy this beautiful month right where you are!!! God Bless...

  3. Wow! That's my favorite comment for your combox. Always my first reaction to the beauty you share with us. I love your autumn poetry, because where I live in the deep south, we sort of just hop from summer to a bit of winter, a dash of spring and then hot again. Our leaves are mostly green through November and then turn brown. But when I lived in North Carolina, I was in awe. Thanks for bringing me back to those beautiful memories! Love your work!!!! A labor of love, I suspect :) xo