by Rae Greenwood

I stand upon some rocks and gaze upon the river,
The water pulsing and roaring with life.

Tall redwood trees surround the area,
With birds singing praises amongst the branches.

The river’s mist washes the grime away,
And the air tastes fresh and sweet.

Nature’s image stands strong and silent,
Sharing its ancient stories and wisdom.

Exhausted yet exhilarated, I kneel by the river,
Letting the water flow over my stained hands.

I can feel the dirt and sin wash away,
And my hands feel clean and new.

Embraced within the trees and river,
His presence has never felt stronger.

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Rae Greenwood is a teacher and writer from Northern California. She volunteers in her church’s Sunday school program and women’s ministry.  Some of her work appears or forthcoming in As Surely As the Sun, Blue Villa, The Amazine, miniMAG, and elsewhere.