There is power here, and majesty
Beauty, yes, but so much more beauty than
words can hold or memory contain.
The very earth rumbles under the constant
onslaught of a ton of water each second.
The sound is an omnipresent roar, ever-present
but ever changing...
a distillation of the first distant crack
of forked lightning
miles up a granite gorge,
and bounding back and forth in an increasing crescendo toward the
tapering off into the distance...
as I would imagine might be heard inside the curl in 20-foot surf
crashing thunder rolling toward a beach that never comes.
The falling water cascades into wispy nets
of angel's hair, curling outward only to be sucked inward to rejoin
the plummeting stream once again,
I must too soon rejoin the stream of the "real" world...
My Lord speaks to me here, in a voice unmistakably
vision of Him is undimmed by time,
eyes suddenly wiped clean of age and
Man's highest and noblest efforts so quickly
lose their sheen and newness,
the awesome wonder of His creation lives,
by Dave Norton, ©1990