God beckons from Lower Winter Creek, Mt. Wilson

Come closer,
God beckoned to me from the clear pool
in the stream.
I have something to tell you.

Stiff and slightly sprained from 11 miles and a fall
the day before,
I directed my full attention to the clear pool
hoping this would be enough.

Come closer,
God said again.
This is Important.

Unwilling to move,
I sat on my rock and waited,
listening for the promised secret
from the divine.


You are beautiful.
Remember this.


I smiled.
8/1/06