I rose before the waves this morning
The lake silent in slumber
rustled only by the
stirrings of a lonely loon
seeking her mate.
The sun in perfect position
to rest upon my face
brilliant and warm
and I bask in the heat
like the Son of God
beaming
his love and grace upon me
In this place
like a well fed infant
resting at her mother’s breast
I am reminded
most of my days do not begin
with such glory.
Convicted by the haunting peace
acutely aware of change that must be made
My whispered plea offered,
a prayer long overdue
“congruency Lord….strength to find congruency”