Great Blue Heron
Tag: water
Just when you thought it was safe . . .
. . . to go back in the water! If you look closely, these calm waters in the reflecting pond house some scary alien creatures! (You may have to squint. 🙂 )
Weekly Photo Challenge: Liquid
I love water, but reflections in water is a fascination.
But a Reflection
A reflection, broken, ever changing: We live here bound to the deep, layers upon layers,
sometimes muted, sometimes shimmering,
so real, so seemingly solid.
But reflection will not bear the weight.
Its wonder is what it mirrors—the real, the solid, the lasting.
Look up!
That I Am . . .
Be still . . .
be quiet, unplug,
no talk radio,
no I-pod or I-pad or I-anything,
no racing thoughts and mental list making.
And know . . .
in my head,
in my heart,
in my emotions and stubborn pride places,
really, really, really.
That I . . .
relational You,
intervening You,
inviting, not just theoretical You,
the I Am kind of You.
Am God . . .
King of the universe,
Lord and Creator of all,
Friend come close and generous gift-giver,
Lover . . . in spite of me.
When You
When you can’t cry, or will not because your heart is hard,
I will cry for you—tears to seek the cracks, a way in.
When you can’t listen, I will be your ears
to hear the hope in a flower, a bird, a melody.
When you can’t speak, I will whisper words your heart would say
in unguarded moments, if it could crawl from beneath the dead weight.
When you can’t believe—when your faith lisps with fragile emptiness,
I will believe in the darkness for both of us.
When you can’t pray, I will pray.
When you can’t,
when you won’t,
I will
with hope.
Under the Street Photography
Because it technically isn’t street photography, I am calling it under the street. When capturing pond reflections and innocent bystanders walk along the border of the pond, their images become an impressionistic part of my watercolor art. 🙂
