It seems like once in awhile a spot rests so markedly in your soul-
that you must go back there to see the pull that calls your name.
Where you figured out the makings of the world that turned-
and watched ladybugs sunning on concrete-
and sorted out life complexities.
Over and over again.
For me that was always - DOWN YONDER.
that was the holder of the world secrets in my growing up days-
the ditch bank culvert.
first-- after finishing the supper dishes.
The call out that spotted first dibs on the culvert spot for watching darkness slip
in quietly behind daylight.
And the rise of the water after a hard rain made the small little raft boats
we quickly made float helter-skelter along the rushing water
until they got hung up on debris of limb or grass.
I recorded a video of the sounds DOWN YONDER-
and for some reason Blogger just won't load this right now-
maybe I can add it in later.Maybe it was this spot of sitting here without speaking much-
where God fine-tuned
a soul to listen to His rhythm of life,
gave direction and meaning,
and bathed a life-time of yearning into a dusk hollowed whisper.
"Keep [God's] decrees and commands, which I am giving you today,
so that it may go well with you and your children after you
and that you may live long in the land the Lord your God gives you for all time."