Great Blue Heron
. . . 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. 🙂 )
I love water, but reflections in water is a fascination.
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.
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 . . .
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.