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.
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