One morning at the lake the water was so clear and the light so clean that I saw myself perfectly reflected and it was easy to sense God’s love in the stillness. Then a random ripple passed by, distorting the image for a moment and this thought took hold.
We can see ourselves,
Light,
God
clearly reflected
In the still waters.
And fragmented
but recognizable,
The familiar dancing
when a breeze flutters
over the surface.
But all disappears,
Increasingly lost
as the winds pick up
and billows rage
and the sure knowledge
of that stillness
Is harder to hold.
Yet in stillness,
breeze, and storm
where we stand to see
remains unchanged.
Do not wander,
know
that Truth remains.
Close your eyes.
Feel your feet.
In the palm of His hand