Flowers with arms stretched, reaching out
The gentle brush of tangled manes floating in the tumbling mist
My tender touch against my perspiring steed
Gray haze of liquid afloat, moving
On a vast expanse of black corrosion
A brisk whip of wind besieging
Puffs of sugary sweetness warming my frigid frame
Molten embers—the Lord is here
Our time on the volcano, Pacaya, was an opportunity for me to revel in the Lord’s creation. It was a moment of pure thanksgiving, where I felt the weight of Abba’s romance. As I rode up the side of the volcano on my horse I couldn’t help but beam. As I stood gazing upon the vast ocean of molten rock I was in awe. Never have I seen anything so incredible. Thank you Jesus.
