A River Runs…

my river supreme
 

…through my soul
filling all the hungry places
within,
calling out songs ancient,
healing tired corners scorched
by loss,
restoring, reviving, resurrecting
creative flow… 

tallulah river, n. ga. april ’11
 
This past week I was gifted with the opportunity to hear the most deafening roar of Tallulah wonder I believe I’ve ever heard. Nature’s songs have become more fierce, richly bellowing out a ferocious opulence. I managed to scramble, clamber onto huge boulders with a camera while watching my kids with some trepidation. They were so awed and touched by the overwhelming roar that their usual eager risk-taking tendencies settled into a sober respect for the power. I didn’t need to worry. They weren’t about to be foolish. Such a huge treasure this river…
 

awesome

 [click on the images to get a much better view…]
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9 thoughts on “A River Runs…

  1. The rushing, roaring river is winter’s last kiss place upon the bosom of spring. There it blossoms into a marvelous, undulating white that breathes into the air a song oh so bright.

    🙂

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