 Holden |
| ©Linda Allen 1989 Today I watched a chipmunk who was busy watching me It took three days before I slowed my thoughts enough to see She was standing up so straight and tall, her eyes were softest brown They held me with a question, and we never made a sound I saw a man whose hands caressed and shaped a pot of clay I watched soft as a whisper, then I smiled and stepped away I heard a voice of wisdom who brought forth the best of me I saw two people dancing with a grace I seldom see And it was God on the mountain Tho' that may sound strange to you God was in that village, and I know it to be true God, that Holy Conjurer - well, what else could I do But talk to you - talk to you Today I heard an old man laugh, and I heard the clink of steel As a horseshoe left his steady hand and sailed across the field Today I heard three young girls sing like God's own angel band I heard the river singing as I held my daughter's hand CHORUS Instrumental verse I don't think much of heaven - guess this world's enough for me And hell must be the sorrow that can drive me to my knees But if heaven is a place for souls to heal and hearts to rest I'll think again of Holden, and I'll know that I've been blessed CHORUS Notes: Written during a visit to Holden Village, a Lutheran retreat center in the mountains above Lake Chelan. It is truly a magical, mystical, holy place. |