My path has often diverged in a wooded place and both the roads have not been well traveled. For this I am often most thankful. In exploring those places that have never been trod I find great strength and often myself. Once along a small creek that cut the deep mountain side, I explored the rocks and small waterfalls that sang in simplicity. As I knelt down I found in one the face of the man of the river. His eyes and nose gave way to an awkward yet simple smile.
As I gazed and he looked back we spoke of simple things, like life’s sweet pleasure and the power of spring currents complemented by falls graceful flow. Of dreams we had to become something great and how time would mold us into something more than stone. We spoke of love and laughter, of rain and sun filled days. How each of these would bring new things and in its own and separate way, would shape us into what God wanted us to be.
Then he whispered that up the stream was another who in his own unique way would once again speak to me so I went on my way. As I turned back to say goodbye his face was seen no more, changed by rolling waters flow. So on I went to see his friend who taught me even more.
So life rolls by and up we climb and somewhere along the way we find on paths not traveled much some great wisdom and peace of mind.