Jan 02 2007
Be Still!
Consider stillness as our theme for the next few days as we become accustomed to 2007. Each morning I seize quiet time as a hostage, hearing first his (or is it her) questions, followed by answers — if I listen attentively.
Great Blue Heron
A lone Blue Heron
Walked on tip-toe
Across the lawn
In an early golden sunrise.
Neck craned forward
It leaped down across the bulkhead
Amidst the Savannah grass
Growing wild at water’s edge.
Now disguised it searched
In rich, deep mud
For crabs to satisfy
An inner craving.
And I the same – solitary
Seated before the splendor
Of that rising sun
Seeking solace in the Word.
Wonder if union with creation
Hastens clarity when we follow
Unobserved a Great Blue Heron
In the tall grass at dawn?
