Take nothing but pictures.
Leave nothing but footprints.
But still they ignore pleas and commands and warnings.
Still they ignore fences, leave the path, and flirt with danger.
We watch adults lead their children astray, encourage them to dance in slippery spots.
And we talk about how we might not be able to steep ourselves in beauty if more people chose the way of self.
We talk about God’s warnings and commands.
And how our own lives would have less beauty if we chose the way of self.
We are at Tahquamenon Falls today.
We try to imagine how the woods and river have changed since the footsteps of moccasins and lumberjack boots.
We try to imagine the sounds from the plip, plip of a canoe paddle to the rumble of logs.
And we walk with a sense of awe.