December 8, 2020
Look at the lake in the stillness of early morn,
The water is like glass, not a ripple is born.
But the “color” of the lake is not just deep blue,
Its color reflects the colors of what’s in view.
I can “see” the trees rooted on the other side,
As if floating on the water, sleeping on their side.
I can see the red brick house, so stately and tall,
But reflected in the lake, it looks rather small.
Though the lake is still, the reflection’s still not clear,
It’s a little fuzzy, wavy with a small blear,
Even when I reflect on what I just saw,
Is my mind wavy, carrying a flaw?
When I try to see God, is His reflection dimmed?
Is it impossible to just clearly “see” Him?
I “see” Him in creation, His beauty and grandeur,
I see Him most clearly, in Jesus my savior.
-1 Corinthians 13:12