Then don't leave. We need to stick together; work together.
|Photo, Joshua. Post processing, me.|
Suddenly at the edge of the clearing my feet shuffle to a stop, eyes find the ground. A strange lump grows in my throat.
I'm struck with the sense that in this moment, God is here. And this, is holy ground.
I step, but oh so carefully, eyes still down. And just to the edge of Ascension Rock.
When I lift them, all burning and moist, all is quiet. All but my throbbing heart, crying out. Soft, I speak to the God so close, I can feel Him.
"My God, what have we done?
Why are we still here?"
My question trails into the breeze. But only for one moment.
Then, His voice. Silent as it is, I have never heard one kinder.
"Why,... I was just waiting for you."