Motionless

The pond is flat this morning.  The mirror images are clear.

The only movements are the reflections of passing clouds.

This anomaly will not continue.  Life happens here.

I will absorb the quiet stillness and enjoy this interlude.

Peaceful moments need to be noticed and taken in slowly.

Now, gentle wind currents cause the surface to waver.

Soon movements of normality will take over.

Life has stirred and the ripple effect has begun.

We are not motionless for long stretches of time.

The gift was received and appreciated.

Vapor

I caught myself staring at the quickly traveling clouds.

And I began reflecting on the brevity of life.

I enjoy clouds more when they move slowly.

Clouds are cool.  They are catalysts for contemplation.

Sunrises and sunsets are not the only special times

when our LORD fills us with wonder and delight

using water vapor and sunlight.

Sliver of White

Sometimes you need to move around to get a better view.

I’m not sure why obvious ideas get sidelined and ignored.

This morning I must just be more curious and attentive.

A glance up from the computer was rewarded.

There was an intriguing sliver of white in the foliage.

I had to readjust to enjoy the treat.

Sitting on the floor, ten feet to the right of my desk,

was the perfect place to perch.

I felt like a little kid playing a spy game.

I had to twist close to the ground and focus.

Aided with binoculars, I watched the large White Egret.

I was reminded of the comforting rhythm of a rocking chair.

The tree branch swayed in the sunshine,

under the weight of the preening bird.

Enjoying  a sliver of God’s creation is a great way to start the day.

reposted poem

FILL MY CUP

 

My soul was thirsty:

so, we took tea ,

just the Lord and me,

sweetened with the honey

of His Word.

I drank in His presence,

sips of pure pleasure,

and withdrew to a quiet place.

I closed out the clutter,

the clatter,

the insistent chatter,

and let Him care for me.

 

He fed my spirit

contentment

as we lounged

in solitude.

 

He filled my cup anew.

 

            Julie Lynn

Reflected Life

There are times when I seek silence.

There are places where it is easier

for me to quiet my mind.

I gravitate towards water and trees.

Watching trees reflected in water

is a very personal treat.

This morning I read in Proverbs

that my life reflects my heart.

I’m sitting here quietly

reflecting on the implications

of what is revealed.

Rhetoric

Thankfully, prayer exposes fallacy. 

Reality checks are extremely helpful.

False narratives do not become true through repetition.

Eloquently speaking about manure does not change the facts.

The aroma of our character

outlasts our carefully crafted words.