The path to the lake
is bordered
by beauty
roses
rambling,
agapanthus blue
the lake
before me and mountains rising,
and so I
stop.
And then ...
I begin to
notice
what I’d not
seen in my hurried
earlier
walks, my mind busy
unpacking
last year and wondering the next.
I see
the
deconstructed dandelions,
the wisteria
fragrance fled on the wind,
the branches
severed haphazardly
by an
occasional gardener,
the
fledgling sparrow dried out in death.
Beauty and
brokenness
are there
before me ...
and within
me.
When I am
overjoyed
When I am
overwhelmed
O Lord lift
my eyes to
the larger
vision :
your loving
presence in all of us,
in our
rising and falling,
in our
birthing and dying,
in the
promise of new life to come.
Kinloch January 2015
Sue Pickering
