Guardian of the seasons,
keeper of every tie,
tune us so to your rhythms
that we may know
the occasion for stillness
and the moment for action.
May we be so prepared
so aware
so awakened
in our waiting
that when you prompt us
into motion,
our hands
may be your hands
and our purposes
your own.
~Jan L. Richardson
I love to watch the lake at all seasons, but I am especially intrigued by its wonder when it makes the change from liquid to solid. This morning on my drive to church, I drove up on the median looking at the changing water. While part of the lake has a skim of ice, the rest is part tumultuous waves and other forms of rolling water. Amazing. Beautiful. Charming.
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