Tim Graves

Circle of Resurrections

In the hot July sun, I discovered a little shade beside a dribble of a waterfall. Sitting sipping from my water bottle, I discovered new life beside the holy rocks. Beneath the stagnant pool was full of polliwogs darting with youthful exuberance.

The hot July creek doesn't so much flow as it drips. Photo by Tim Graves
The hot July creek doesn’t so much flow as it drips. Photo by Tim Graves
At the base of the summer falls, new life danced beneath the surface. Photo by Tim Graves

At the base of the summer falls, new life danced beneath the surface. Photo by Tim Graves

Journeying the same path today I paused again for a sip from my water bottle. Sitting on the hard rock, I closed my eyes to listen to the powerful tumble of the spring waters. Rising above the sound of the cascading waters, the ribbits of frogs confirmed that this was the same holy ground upon which I sat last July. Nature with its endless cycle of death & new life tells us about the nature of the Creator.

The dribbling waters of July give way to powerful baptismal falls. Photo by Tim Graves
The dribbling waters of July give way to powerful baptismal falls. Photo by Tim Graves
The pool beneath the falls await the time when it will once again teem with exuberant youth. Photo by Tim Graves
The pool beneath the falls await the time when it will once again teem with exuberant youth. Photo by Tim Graves

For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven.

Ecclesiastes 3:1 NRSV (Read in context.)