Sunday morning, Lakeside
Charlson Meadows, MN
The water is at prayer this Sunday morning, unstirred and hushed; the surface of the lake mirroring the lone cloud and the golden leaves above, similarly absorbed in silent meditation. Only an occasional bird voices morning praise. Otherwise, this new beginning is silent. And still. The autumn colors and chill, otherwise, the loudest exclamation.
What is my contemplation? What is my new day prayer?
Only to pay attention - to listen and, listening, hear; to look and, in looking, see; to wonder and, in wondering, to be fascinated and amazed - with gratitude and awe.
And in such attending, to accept the morning’s blue and green and red/yellow invitation to offer my own autumnal colors in return.
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