I’m at the lake today.
I sit at the top of a slope,
watching my dad fish, and kayakers paddling down below. The water is a lot higher than the last time
I was here, as the snow upon the mountaintops continue to melt and stream down
to our elevation. Birds along the path perch
on barren tree branches, seeming to quarrel about something. What appears to be a mouse peeks amidst the
flattened, dry grass at my feet.
This is where I seek God
today. Amidst the gentle wind that blows,
the chirping of birds… I find Him in the
words I put on paper. Yeah! He’s here.
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