Month: August 2022

Eden

The slight depressions along the bubbling brook tracked the direction of the skipping pebbles. The surrounding lush garden shadowed the green, mossy land abutting the water’s edge. There, under the weeping willow she sat, emanating the forest’s countenance. 

She balanced several more of the black rocks, their smooth, flat surface warming the webs of her fingers. Tossing them across the surface of the pond, she punctuated the end of her meditation, the gliding fragments disrupting the peaceful current of the wildlife below.

She absorbed the floral scents, the rhythmic cicadas attuned, and the warm, muggy air enveloping her with God’s outstretched arms. Her immediate ecosystem paired with the one within. Feeling a gentle push, she rose to her feet, unperturbed by the trapped stains on her khaki shorts. One last perusal, smiling at her sanctuary. Her strong resolve mirroring the steadfastness of the towering trees, leaving the branches to do the weeping.

Psalms‬ ‭30:5‬: “For His anger is but for a moment, His favor is for life; Weeping may endure for a night, But joy comes in the morning.”

Waves

She dozed on the wooden balcony, periodically peaking through the glass enclosure into the pitch black night. Suddenly, the crashing waves seemed to roar as a white eagle soared from atop the glistening surface of the water, streaking upward toward the jeweled sky; higher and higher into the still of the deep.

Her thoughts broke through the deafening sea and were hers again, awakened from the reverie: a mix of present and future; her ideas and those of the Universe.

She lay her crown back onto the headrest, heart slowly resuming to resting state. She softly caressed herself, tightening her knees to her chest for added warmth.

Her fatigue had begun to interrupt her contemplations and she realize it was time to give it a rest and resume her pondering for another time. The bedroom called…

Rising up from her seat, the ship betraying her stance. She quickly regained her footing with a deep, lingering breath. She missed the night air already, sensing that God himself was in its midst.

Psalm 139:1-2: You have searched me, Lord, and you know me. You know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar.