Listening to every heart
Crystal Springs Road
Where do you go to find inspiration
and come back with a sensation
of overwhelming Godliness sublime;
I go to that place many times.
There is a road not far from here,
Crystal Springs Road, its name is
not known for wars or to be feared
but to me the beauty is quite famous.
No matter the season nor the weather clime,
no matter whether daylight or nighttime,
the trees form a bower and nature’s delight,
always a new and interesting sight.
The fog shifts silently on early cool mornings,
birds swiftly fly from branch to tree;
Look, look fast, and you will see
deer fleeting, rabbits darting, birds soaring.
Winter is the finest, sometimes no contest
when the whitest of white snow
covers trees from branch to trunk,
there’s simply no where else I’d rather go.
In the ditches on either side of the road
runs the waters from Crystal Springs,
never dry, always sustaining life
and somehow, by name, happiness brings.
Somehow this road brings to present the past
and I know that families grew and did last
from this constant trickling water’s source
and His Plan stayed right on course.
18 August, 1999
Words will always express our feelings true. ~~~ KRJ
Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow