Observations

Have you ever watched a lake and the massive, almost magical temperment it holds within? You see irritation, complacency, and even a wistful pretense when the day is low and heavy; waiting, wishing for the wind's playful nudge or a lovely caress of sun, but never betraying a whit of desire that things be different. But there it is, fervidly licking the feet of shore, as one prostrate yet maintaining such dignity that mortals sigh in wonder. This water, so alive with attitude but so incapable of its own movement, and quite at the mercy of whomever happens by, can be abused or coveted without complaint; having no will of its own, yet dominating all with a forcefulness exquisite. Seemingly a contradiction, but so it must be. We find the simple confusing; the young astound us with their understanding. And it is innocence that brings us to God.