Waves on the lake - shimmering in the sun.
Tell me of God's moving Spirit on the lake of my soul.
Swans swimming like boats in the waves - bobbing up and down
wthout any care or thought of tomorrow.
Gulls waiting patiently facing the setting sun - silently watching
for the day to be done.
Grass so green and waving to keep up with the sea
never having a thought or care - just giving glory to God by being there.
My cat, Leo, darting over the meadow, playful and carefree - telling me that
all will be well.
Birds singing their own melody - never repeating their composition from day to day -
telling me to enjoy the sun, the breeze, the lazy day because God is feeding them.
Trees waving like the sea in their own way and rhythym - telling me that, unaware of their beauty,
they still give Him glory by waving their arms to Him in silent adoration.
A phone call from Cynthia who told me in tears that I was the only person in the world who understood her - tells me not only of her love but of the Spirit of Understanding is at work in our every word.
Fr. Nick thanking me for seeing Jesus in me tells me that we all must be Jesus to one another -
not matter if we are young or old, man or woman, white or black, married or single, plain or beautiful: all are called to be Jesus for others. Amen.
Now the moon bright and full illuminating the evening clouds, glistening on the waves - telling me that the glory of the day and now the night is merely a haralding of the new day tomorrow - full of surprises from the Holy Spirit.
Love, Pio
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