One of my Grandma’s Scrapbooks is full of poems that she saved from newspapers or magazines. While looking through it tonight I ran across one that brought back some memories.
They waded the shallows, they gathered shells,
They dug and the sea filled up their wells,
While a tall Young Man who came that way,
Leaned on His staff to watch them play.
Who stood there that moment might none divine,
But he so outshone the clear sea-shine,
That on His going they said no thing,
But each on the other gazed Wondering!
As the sun was going down we decided to wade out into the water. We were able to wade out quite a bit before the water was too deep to stand. We enjoyed the warm water and the wonderful breeze that had come up as the sun was setting.
A wonderful way to recover from our two weeks of hard work at the dig in Lachish.
Have you waded in the Galilee?