Katy Trail Milepost 35

He is like a tree 

planted beside streams of water 

that bears its fruit in season

and

whose leaf does not wither.

Whatever he does prospers.

Psalm 1:3

In the almost quiet on a gravely trail, a bench sits silent before a tiny lagoon.  The water pools gently here as the wide Missouri lumbers on.  The trees along its edges curl forward sucking eagerly at its life-giving flow.  Lush and strong and green they thrive resting in the gifts of God. 

His word the waters of my soul; waiting, longing to sustain me, if I'm only wise enough to rest like the tree in the endless nourishing flow.