prose

The stillness of the morning overtaken me and. I sink into the blurred visions 
across the lake and not the house I am in

Reflection change as a moving wind lowly flips the reflection, like the way ur 
hand moves a fabrics up and down and it changes color....

Stillness knows also the duck who makes not a sound as its barely noticed, does 
the lake know the duck is on it, am I knowing for the lake and as much a part of 
nature in witness

Heaven on earth, is it a witness as christ fills us to be him ....

Lord, I pray I forgot everyday ur blessings so I may receive them again, for I 
was lost and now I'm found......

Amen