THE LAKE
In
autumn chill I sat at the edge of a deep blue lake.
It
was placid as the moon in solitary space.
Silently
as if stirred by the slightest briefest breath,
Perfect
circles in a series broke the surface, moving outward.
I
watched the widening whorl travel to the edge then bounce back.
Something—someone—had touched the water.
Maybe
it was a bird dipping down...fish twitching its tail...
Dry leaf riding a draught making a splash landing.
When
the waves had spent their energy, the lake becalmed again.
It
shone purely, a polished mirror of the sky: blue to blue.
I
felt the cold wet air rise but did not hear the wind swirl.
One
hour lapsed, the surface blankly serene, whispering along the marge.
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| A lake in Eastern Sierra, California |
Photo courtesy of Philip
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We need to find God and God cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature—trees and flowers and grass—grow in silence. See the stars, the moon, and the sun, how they move in silence. The more we receive in silent prayer, the more we can give in our active life.
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Also published in Poetica Review, Issue 9 (Spring 2021)
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