Walk in September

Outside is the day and words have power inside of my house. The evil of the word and work of the darkness, cannot encapsulate the light.  I am afraid of evil, while living in the blessings of that that is good. We all have choices to be evil or to follow after good.

 Just walking along the railroad track with my two year old boy. Pine blown air and words made of “Joy.” Joy has more meanings then one, and my child teaches me about pine cones that he steps on counting from “two” to nine, our time on this earth is numbered limited, blind.  I pick him up, piggybacking to be blinded at once by sunlight over the Clearwater River. This is to be driven ether into insanity or out of it by sunlit diamonds. Billions of diamonds on this September day, waiting for fall colors in sleeping summer trees.  Fall into me my son, before you fall, running as you are fast on uneven railroad tracks with toddler joy happy to step on to pine cones. I feel joy and death –both –joined –alone. The opposites of sin and righteousness; and of course the river had something to say to me when my little boy and I sat on the edge of the rock looking out into hard water swift, already into the Pacific within its mind, fast, cold swift.

 Death right before my child and myself if we fall. Icy swift water leaves nothing of sunshine memory when it the Dworshak dam chained North fork it is unchanged from a dam bottom spillway to reconnect once more with sunlight. My arms around my son, holding him tight. Keeping him from harm. Not to surrender to the void makes a strange calm. But the knowledge of what is before us makes a tree of the fruit of knowledge evil song fear that I sung away with a listening ear to Righteousness. I don’t know righteousness, but I know it when I hear it. The spirit of God himself spoke to me though the death diamond water, and said “choose ye this day, whom ye shall serve.”