The River
I stood gazing at the river. Deep and silently it flowed, but it was alive and purposeful; no murky depths of stagnation here. Fish jumped for flies, trees caressed the water with low flung branches; their roots going deep into the…
An artist talks about hidden beauties and relates what she sees to her faith in the living God.
I stood gazing at the river. Deep and silently it flowed, but it was alive and purposeful; no murky depths of stagnation here. Fish jumped for flies, trees caressed the water with low flung branches; their roots going deep into the…