How can I capture the beauty?

How can I capture the smell?

How can I capture the spirit?

How can I capture the experience?

How can I capture the love?

God’s love surrounds and hugs a 2 acre, heavily treed, small island.

I went back to recover something lost in my past.  

The tears stream down swollen eyes.  

I refuse to wipe them until it becomes unbearable.

Pleasure, pain and anguish are captured in those tears for a reason.

The reason shared in God’s presence.

I was surrounded by God’s love that day, that week and forever more.

by Barnwood/E.W. Rantala