Angels in the Shadow

It was known for silver, 10,000 came to wretch it from the earth.
It was a time when death was as familiar as the sunrise. For millions of years it lay dormant and in less than a century the passion, the lust, the greed, the lives were lost…but no matter how much earthly treasure was removed the heavenly treasure remained.
Deep valley's with river wild, mountain peaks kissing the very face of God, thunder rolling while the sun still shines, and rainbows so frequent they are just as common as the clouds.
A few miles west of a town called Creede God set aside a special place, a patch of ground 30 acres in size, insignificant in the scale of things but with one unique difference…it was blessed.
This place was chosen by the Almighty himself to be a sanctuary for all who came. The mountain winds dancing off her timber walls, rain singing off her metal roof, and if you listen closely you will here angels whispering in the Aspen trees.
It is a place where dreams are in color, where silence becomes your friend, where the world as you knew it is forgotten at least for a time…and every once and a while the fragrance of the Almighty is in the breeze.
If you are here consider yourself rare, because God does not share this place with but a chosen few friends and family of his beloved…and a few special angels in the shadow of an Aspen tree.

S. B. McWilliams-2008