They stood together in the current of the stream, sandaled feet on sand and pebble bed, waters running clear, cool, and pure from the flow of mountain springs—water purified through time, filtered through earth’s layers of stone and rock, slowly, and in finding vein and medium for release, rising in ebullition from earth’s perceived hard heart.
As they stood, feet, ankles, and calves cooling in the purity of stream’s flow, summer sun setting in level alignment to their eyes, the green of the trees shading into violet foreshadows of changing sky behind, he spoke, “I pray for you.”
It was matter of fact, seeking nothing more to say, simply to let her know.
“I pray you know your Good, that you see the differences you make—even when those nearest don’t always call them out to light. I pray you feel loved and appreciated, and that even in times when you may not, know that you still are.”
Through the trees, they listened to the carrying sounds of children in play, the soft pops and crackles of campfire lit and keeping, the rustle and noise as children added limbs, adding to flame and light.
She smiled, listening to his words as she gazed on view of golden light behind foreshadow of trees and water’s frame. Light danced on soft current crests as stream bounced in riffles over shallow bed; and as the water’s coolness flowed around her, her spirit warmed.
It was what she needed, a summer moment, a respite from her every day: to let the current carry; to enjoy and be led rather than force life’s movement; a moment to be lost, then something rediscovered, in the coolness of purified waters and ebullient words of a heart overflowing.