It's been a long time.
A lot has happened.
But here I am and this morning I found myself again at the edge of Lake Taupo, listening to the rhythm of the tiny waves, and the rowdy chorus of plovers down the beach.
I remembered an earlier morning visit to the lake five years ago [ they are rare as I'm not a 'get-up-and-go' person in the mornings] but I had prised myself from the warmth of my husband's back and had walked the 3 minutes to the lake edge ... and as I had watched the wake-up routines of ducks and heron, scaub and cormorant and swans-in-the-making, some words began to take shape - so here they are for you. May they help you picture a classic New Zealand morning and enjoy the blessing of God's gifts in creation.
Beloved -
I would feed you with
ease
of arising
lake
water washing
shimmer
of poplars
silence
of sunshine
memory
of singing
blessing
of baptism
kingfisher
watching
snowpeak
of mountain
warm
scent of roses
clamber
of clematis
forget-me-not
sweet.
Your night fast is broken,
welcome the day.
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