• Here I stand in front of God's pouring grace. The mist rises to my face and tingles my skin. The crashing noise fills my ears, and the shear beauty blows my mind. Every breath tastes of sunshining warmth and the scent of fiery ferns and morning dews is all around me. The wind tassals my hair and the mud forms around my toes. The sun breaks through thick, green canopies and sends faeries of light dancing across the water. Lady slippers, Blue bells,and the white lilies of the forest act as an accent to shining pionies,a bouquet together, they sit on God's table here.



    My mere presence has become tainted, my spirit defiled. The air that fills my lungs reminds me of every fragrance as my descent begins. Into the water,into God's Arms, my soul calls for cleansing. And I become one, full and surrounded by His clear Love. My eyes open to a blue haze, above light filters through the wavy glass. My body becomes cool, and my breath is not to be found, but here I stay, and here I will rest.