PRESENCE
Sitting on a strong wooden bench -
near the pond, I closed my eyes and
listened to the sounds - sounding all
around me. I surrendered to You,
O God of the Mirror Waters - O God of
the Universe - O God of the Without and
God of the Within. Creation continues.
Insects - a whole symphony orchestra -
were playing in stringed violin harmony
on this crisp, cool evening - before the
dark night arrived. I heard a train whistle
in the distance - and then a glunk sound -
as if a rock or something hit and sunk into
the water of the pond. I knew I was not alone.
© Andy Costello, Reflections
2016
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