Time

The summer sun was drawing in 

Casting shadows and patterns upon the land.

Reflecting and dancing along streams and rivers

As it bounced under bridges and into a distant land.

As the swifts got ready to leave echoes of their song

Hung in the air along the banks of the Severn.

Blackberry bushes laden with their fruits ripe for picking

Enticed the walkers to taste of their wares. 

Summer turned into autumn as the nights drew in

Cosy nights by the fire beckoned once more. 

In the blink of an eye time moved on

Marching to the beat of its own delight. 

Copyright Revdjo 1/9/2021

Severn Bridge

Photo with kind permission taken by Paul Day from Gloucestershire Camera club. 

There is something very special about the Second Severn Crossing. When I go across Severn Bridge I am always led to pray. For me it is a spiritual place. I’m not sure if it is because the bridge is so majestic or whether it is because it is the gateway into Wales. Maybe it is the river that runs beneath the bridge? Certainly I always feel at home when I have the River Severn in sight. 

Thoughts and feelings can not always be put into words. Perhaps there are some things better expressed in pictures? This photo struck my soul - to me it speaks of the promise of God. The river of God flows from the thrown room and he has made a bridge across it.