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Holy Week Wednesday

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All is quiet; not quite still.
A mourning dove repeats his trill,
“I am here, I am here.”

The sun is chary of the sky.
A sparrow ventures to reply,
“Right here, right here, right here.”

Though it’s morning, light is dim.
Shadows are approaching Him,
drawing near, drawing near.

Clouds grow darker through the day.
A freshening wind touches His face.
He swallows down His fear.

Evening dies into the West.
His heart knows, and His jaw is set.
The way ahead is clear.

At table with the ones He loves,
outside the walls He hears the dove
again call, “I am here.”

~ Rebekah Choat

Familiar Shadow

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image by Rebekah Choat

image by Rebekah Choat

Familiar shadow, in whose company
I travel often in the failing light,
your presence has no terror left for me:
we simply walk, as long companions might,
in silence. We move slowly through the rain
and cold, and even when the sun comes out,
its brightness only serves to make more plain
your shape beside me. You linger about
my campsite, or just up around the bend,
ready to join me as I journey on.
You stay with me, as faithful as a friend,
not always close, but never really gone.

So now as morning breaks in clouds of grey,
we’ll go as fellow-travelers on our way.

~ Rebekah Choat

Shadows, Part Six

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image copyright Joel Brotzman

image copyright Joel Brotzman

shad – ow (n):  a relected image

 I find this image, taken by my brother, intriguing.  I’m fascinated with how the trees and shrubs and algae, so much green mingled together, are crowded and hard to distinguish from each other; yet the shadow reflected on the surface of the pond is somehow serene, and shows a crisply clear image of a treetop not itself visible in the picture.

I had a good talk with a good friend last night.  Big, important things are happening in both our lives – so quickly in mine that it’s something of a blur, so slowly in his that there hardly seems to be any progress at all.  At either pace, it’s hard, nearly impossible sometimes, to see things clearly, to find a focal point.

My friend and I serve as sounding boards and mirrors for each other.   We can pour out our jumbled thoughts and mixed feelings and talk things through and share different perspectives until somehow our vision comes a little clearer.  Once in a while we can even see a lovely reflection of a beauty not visible in the current frame of the picture.