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How Long

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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