Raven’s Creek


The North Georgia Mountains at Raven's Creek, a raven flies above-
such beauty in the mountains hiking on the trails.
The hemlocks sway in endless time beneath the sky vault veil.
I can feel God's wonders at Raven's Creek.
La La La La La La here at Raven's Creek,
As the water falls into the rocks it forms a timeless bowl;
it runs over smaller rocks cascading to its floor,
then it runs the river as it moves on its course.
Ageless time God gives it until He says no more.

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This poem is in memory of my great-grandmother Mary Raven Helton (April 1883-September 30, 1931). The beautiful North Georgia Mountains are here at Raven's Creek Falls. It's an artful place God designed where nature and people live. The days, seasons, and years give each spirit new meaning on the journey. The Master gave His hand and heart to us in this world.