Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar: Not in entire forgetfulness, And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory do we come From God, who is our home. Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears."

Each one of us here today will, at one time in our lives look upon a loved one who is in need and ask the same question."We are willing to help, Lord, but what, if anything, is needed?" It is true we can seldom help those closest to us. Either we don't know what part of ourselves to give or more often than not, the part we have to give is not wanted. And so it is those we live with and should know who elude us, but we can still love them. We can love completely, without complete understanding

Like many fly fishermen in Western Montana where the summer days are almost Arctic in length, I often do not start fishing until the cool of the evening. Then in the Arctic half-light of the canyon, all existence fades to a being of my soul and memories and the sounds of the Big Blackfoot River and a four-count rhythm and the hope that a fish will rise. Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of those rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters.

Quote by: LeeGoldsmith

Dave

Your title needs a little work.  I think you mean "A River Runs Through it".

Your fat fingers are always getting you into trouble.   Just edit the post and fix it.

Lee

Dang first its my spelling now I am miss complete words . Whats next ?  I didn't realize how bad it gets when old age starts to catch up with ya

 LOL Lee . I wasn't go to say your old as dirt you did that all by yourself..I would never say your old anyways your an antique that means you might be worth something. That's what I tell my dad.  He gets a kick out of it 

 Stephen said to me you can tell when your getting old when your bones can forecast bad weather 3 day's out.  I told him I must be still young because mine only hurt during the day of bad weather .Besides your only as old as you feel or is that how old you think ?  There I go again. 

Ya I use spell check most of the time .  Sometimes I get in a hurry..

Wind is blowing went down tho the stream to see if I could see a hatch or fish moving up but there were to many ripples.