The Acknowledgement

Against our will we are pushed,pulled,compelled to keep moving towards the great expanse.Responsibilities await,constantly before us,invoking us.Our fellow sojourners hold us in contempt if we dare slow them down for even a second.Keep moving,keep running,get out of my way.Time becomes a harsh taskmaster as we rationalize how to wring all we can out of precious seconds,moments,days,weeks,months,and finally years.All too soon the years begin  to show signs of diminishing.To offset the somberness of this inevitable process we must,must allow ourselves to be taken to a very special place where magical moments are extracted.Stand on an ancient mountainside and be captivated by the sea of white below you at the peak of the dogwoods glory.Drink from the well of a dew laden crab apple tree burgeoning with spring blooms,casting off an indescribable,refreshing,renewing fragrance .Be captivated by the spring concert going on above you,obviously in a new and different key than in January or February.Marvel at the grace and symmetry of the tree line silhouetted against the new,crisp,spring skyline.Absorb the primal feeling,surely akin to the one felt in the first man's glorious edenic spring.Respect and revere the power of what is going on all around you.Now,in that magical,extracted moment,make an honest,uncoerced acknowledgement to the one who said "Let there be light" to begin man's first spring long ago.The magic that will follow as the acknowledgement is reciprocated,is sustaining,life giving,eternal. Acknowledgement is faith,and faith is the only thing asked of us.The resulting magic  is something to be carried along with us to the end of the journey and beyond.Acknowledging and enjoying the peace and joy of a holy reciprocation on Pine Log.

The holy place

In the eternal second of a blazing sunrise,in the crisp early morning air,observed from the slopes of the ancient mountain.In the poignant,thoughtful,graceful sinking of the same sun that rose in a blaze of glory,just a second ago,setting on another day that cannot be retrieved,save by highlighted memories.In the ease and grace of an eagle gliding across the heavens,fearlessly,effortlessly,with a freedom one can only dream of.In the appearing of the bluebells in early april,responding to the call ,after enduring the icebox of winter,gracing the earth,comforting all who observe and revere.In the face of a newborn babe.The miracle of birth.The joy and the tragedy of birth.Another soul,another journey,a mysterious plan.In the up stretched arms of the weary soul,blue,yellow,from efforts to help,body betraying her,still reaching,still hoping,still believing.Grace in time of need.In the recalling of words,spoken many years ago,yet still giving comfort."I go to prepare a place for you."Prepared not with hammer and nail,but with the ultimate sacrifice.The place.The holy place.Where God is acknowledged.Where there is no doubt.Time is forgotten.Where God and man are reconciled.