I realize this
is a rather lengthy read, but believe me when I tell you it is worth it. I hope
it helps to refill your cup today!
THE WALK
Today
I walked in the quiet woods alone,
The
rustle of leaves under my feet made a lonely sound
And
the song of the birds was lonely too
Until
I came to the old tree
With
its spreading arms
And
you came too and sat beside me.
I
smiled in silent greeting
And
beckoned to show you the thousands
Of
tiny blue daisies looking up through the grass.
We
marveled at the lush velvet of the moss up close to the tree
And
you hushed my voice to hear
The
note of a distant bird’s song.
We
followed the sound as excuse
To
walk under the shading arms of the old trees
Where
the world seemed at peace
And
quiet and still in its own thoughts.
We
felt at peace too as we walked along,
Drinking
in the solitude,
Stopping
to hear the murmur of a little stream
And
to watch the busy working
Of
a colony of ants that caught our eye.
You
stooped to let one crawl onto your finger
Where
we watched his frantic searching
For
companionship and security,
And
we talked of his likeness with humans
Who
sometimes spend a whole lifetime
Searching
for something or someone to fill the void
Without
ever once being satisfied.
Our
steps turn back to the trail again
Under
the deep shade of the old trees
And
I walked beside you in silence,
Thinking
of you,
Feeling
a strong surge of happiness
Well
up inside with such sweetness it made me ache
In
thankfulness to God
For
you.
I
looked up to see your eyes on mine,
Deep
in the same thoughts,
And
you reached out to my outstretching hand
To
touch my fingers
In
a gentle communion of our souls;
One
moment of eternity, caught and held in timelessness of
memory,
To
be relived in months and years to come.
--One
moment—then we turned and walked again
Into
the hurried world.
Betty Burton Choate
Windows of
the soul