This morning as I am walking along the shores of Lake Ontario, I come across a quarried boulder with RECONCILATION etched on its one side. A fallen white tissue positioned just so in front of it. As I sit on this boulder … now my boulder … observing the hypnotizing ebb and flow of the lake … reconciliation begins to whisper … promising love, peace and joy … slowly shape-shifting into a bridge of hope … beckoning to cross over to grace … rumbling thoughts of reconciliation begin to roll through my mind … crushing illusions of fear … soothing anger … commanding to stand down … as I begin to loosen and relax … forgiveness purifies my guilt … our guilt … my eyes mist, tears flow … my heart breaks open … hmm … am I brave enough? I continue on my walk … seeking courage.
~ Judit e. Szabo
Homework for the weekend.
I am standing upon the seashore.
A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength and I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and the sky come to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says,
“There! She’s Gone!”
Gone from my sight, that is all.
She is just as large in mast, hull, and spar as she was when she left my side, and she is just as able to bear the load of living weight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her.
And just at the moment when someone at my side says. “There! She’s Gone!” there are other eyes watching her coming and other voices ready to take up the glad shout.
“There she comes!”
And that my dear friend is the beauty and grace of eternal life!
Art Credit: Nebojsa Jovanovic