At The Gates

I stood at the river's edge watching the water flow, I saw turtles basking upon an uprooted log- I heard the melancholy geese as southbound they flew, and a distant sough came calling like a contented old dog- I glanced down and saw the sunlight and water dance, my mind left me, as I entered a holy trance- I looked and looked, and finally I saw, the glory of creation is the Creator of it all- Was it a miracle in this crazy world turned upside down, that somehow here, in simple peace, the gates of Paradise I had found- The air and the moment so pure and clear; briefly I felt the presence of Heaven drawing everything near-