Stop

How many times
Does it happen
That awe in creation
Screams Stop!
Pull over
Get out
And drink in
With all
Senses
Silver moonlight spotted Strawberry fields
Oceans of white snow geese blanketing a pasture
Swirling murky power of a storm swollen river
Liquid thunder of a speeding avalanche

A glorious mountain basin so big, God must live there
One lone purple flower clinging to a jagged cliff’s face

Do we have the

Courage
to

Stop?

Ken Goree