All my adult life, my dream was to live near the Pacific Ocean. Growing up in San Diego does that to a person. But choices in life led me one place and then the next and the watery dream shrank to the occasional well-planned visit. But, I've been very lucky in that my life has been bookended by water. The ebb-time of my life has placed me next to water again in a most unexpected way.
heavy with commerce
endlessly flowing passed our lives.
You are a place of peace
in the midst of our own busy days.
A place to meet,
A place to dream,
A place to pray.
Rejuvenation and healing
are found here. A place of
quiet refuge from noise.
Seasonal beauty, its colors
show us rivers within the River.
Awe-inspiring power sweeps
the old and uprooted, passing us by.
Treasures left on your shores
find homes, being renewed as we
ourselves are renewed.
Teased by your abundant
strength, I step back and let
you flow through me.
Sunday marked an afternoon of prayer at the River. We joined with people of the United Kingdom and Ireland who gathered on their coastlines and we all prayed for peace for our community, our nation, and our world.
Taken outside of Wellington Station in Turlock, CA
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