changing levels

If you've been thinking you're all that you've got,
Then don't feel alone anymore.
When we're together, then you've got alot,
'Cause I am the river and you are the shore.

(Watching The River Run’ from the 1973 album ‘Full Sail’ by Loggins and Messina)

The morning ‘runs’ have been awesome, with this ‘hiatus’ bitter winter has taken.

Clear roads..

        Sure footing

You can let your mind wander a bit..

                Without the fear of slipping, breaking your ‘fanny’ in a fall.

-It is in the 30s..the sun is still low in the horizon to the south east..

    just breaking the hillside.

                 Running a winding downhill on ‘Quarry Street’..

                       past the cemetery..(the ole reality yard)

                                      and onto a bridge.-

The stream was moving fast..like spring thaw.

     The sound of rushing water lured me over to the side, to check it out.

                You know what it’s like.

   Kind of knowing what you are going to see,

    but then…

             your senses pop with ‘wow’ when you actually try to take it all in,

                                  all its ‘Life’

 its ever changing shape and activity that is all part of

                                                 The waterfall. 

       

And I am taking a moment..

       to stop above this aquatic cliff to ravine.

                                        Watching the free falling torrent drop 20 feet

        And crash into itself again,

                          in this …

                                         dramatic change of ‘levels’.

Teamed with activity…motion..

    It’s easy to focus on the mainstream…the Body..

It is loud..

             ambitious..

                         man, it is really dancing with movement!

         But as I turned my focus away from it…just a little to the right

      And on the sidelines.

                     I was captured.

 

      Like a witness..

          Glistening in the morning sun..

                                  reflecting an absolutely gorgeous prismatic buffet of color.

The supports of the bridge were encased with ice.

   Water that had been cast beyond its banks..

                Some by the aeration of the fall

Some by the impact, as the main body recollected at a lower level.

It was left to freeze against the concrete pilings which flanked this outpouring.

        It is another station along the Way-

                          In the stream of changing levels.

Seeing this brings many thoughts, as you can see,

  And once you begin to pursue God, you will find He is still teaching,

    Everywhere

                   if you are willing to listen.

 He will speak in illustration and metaphor, and you will see, how it becomes so personal…

        Relationship.

When you feel like you have been cast aside..

          Left frozen clinging to the pilings as you watch the rest of the body move on…

   

                                   you have not.

        John 14

¹⁸ I will not leave you as orphans; I will come to you.

                        You have not been cast aside…

Romans 8

³⁹ neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.

But await as a beautiful witness…for just long enough..

                                 possibly for this runner to behold your beauty.

Yes,

though we at times seem to make it all about a roaring stream

     it may be just because there a lot of people are talking..

                        maybe too many…

1 Corinthians 13

¹ If I speak in the tongues^[a] of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.

        have forgotten the beauty in listening-

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       ³⁹ She had a sister called Mary, who sat at the Lord’s feet listening to what he said.

Listening…

         might not initially get your attention,

       

                             but once it does

                      how the sun brings so many more colors from you,

    as His reflection.

⁴² but few things are needed—or indeed only one.^[f] Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her.”