closer to God go we. |
| If I had known my basket of dreams would bring me to this mountain stream, where the injured soul of a gambling man could have healed sooner with a different plan. Away from the raging wind of temptation the electric energy of wilderness stirs exaltation. Like the fountain of youth, a drop of rain cleanses the soul and washes away the pain. This rustic land far from the highway can turn a man into a poet with much to say about beauty that artists try to replicate but only God can duplicate. |