"Kindred Spirit"

Walking in the field wetland near by

Grasses swaying in the breeze

Flight of pappus spreading seed

Bees, dragonflies buzz about

Contributing their humble tune

To be still and know that God

Reverberates to and fro

Wandering in this field no cars, cell phones, to steal

Allow myself the time and space to gaze  

Upon love’s purity and grace

The melody of wetland transitions this place

crocking of frogs,

the splashing of turtles off the side of the banks,

the slight jumping of fish forms the perfect crescendo

to the white heron that I now face.

Calm and composed its white feathers a symbol of purity

 its long legs walking among the reeds with such elegance, grace and ease

Never appearing to be soiled from the muck through which it struts.

A divine lesson I sense

Encouraging me to walk in grace amidst the chaos of daily life

Choosing flexibility and stillness to be

Knowing that God sees

This nurturing connection so necessary and dear

Just slowing down shows me He is here.