Peace Like a River

Chaos, Work, Busyness, Responsibilities, Work, Work, Work!
Life seems to get so cluttered. We have calls to be made, movies to see,
emails to write, houses to keep tidy, dinner to cook, bills to pay, concerns with
health-care, hair-care, lawn-care, day-care--
Sometimes I wonder what about people-care, or more expressly, soul-care?

Escaping from the closed in walls,
I go down to the river like a gazelle to drink.
Drink up the sunshine smoothing over my face, hair, legs, and feet.
Drink of the breeze wrapping itself between my out-stretched fingers.
Drink of the tiny spider tirelessly trying to make a home on my scarf.
Drink up the echoes of geese and ducks paying respects to each other.
Drink of the rocks; solid, steady, changing over time.
Drink up the tiny purple crocus--first of it's kind, peeping its scent to those who will listen.
Drink up the water, sweet is its pulling--reminding me of the expanse of Deity called Love.
Why do I wait so long to come back?
My Father's world is a gift to me, given to remind me to come home.