How long have I been silent, watching, listening, observing the signs around me, holding my thoughts like treasure of great value. I’ve been patient for so long, a weary traveller waiting to cross Our separate journeys have merged together, a point in time, a holy place, a place of expectation and reverence Silent pilgrims, broken and honed by the distance covered Across the river the snow is melting on the towering mountain peaks Fuelling the river into a frenzy, ever flowing wider and deeper Oh to reach that place, to feel the fresh murmurings of spring, the Spirit of God blowing over the land Yet, separating us from the distant promise, the river flows, deeper and wider still To reach the other side involves faith and courage, for none have ever reached the far bank when the river was shallow, in low flow The only way is by faith, jumping in, out of your depth Now is the time, the moment to cross, to be out of your depth The melt water itself flowing due to the Spirit warming the land For there is no crossing without faith They run together hand in hand John Lowton January 2023
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