This is Divinity

This is divinity

There is green and blue and turquoise and brown and black and floating branches

There is marble and stone and rock and hard objects I simply do not know about.

There is water, lots of water.

Ripples from unknown sources beyond the bend.

There is crashing sound, waterfall-sound, flowing sound, bubbling sound, amazing sound.

I could sit here forever.

The water is clear as day, pure as light; rich and tranquil.

This place calls to me. Invites me in. Wants me in.

The hairs on my neck are standing yet the warmth of my spirit glows.

I am alive.

This is divinity.

No explosion could have caused to into existence. No molecular construction could have reasoned the intricacies of this ground.

No. None.

I stand atop a hill looking up a mountain.

I sit in a place where men have made war and women made life.

I sit in a place where God’s hand has touched the earth.

This is divinity.