This post is part of #FMF link up–Write for five minutes on the word of the week. This is meant to be a freewrite, which means: no editing, no over-thinking, no worrying about perfect grammar or punctuation. Just write.
He sits perched on the floating branch fallen from one of the maple trees that line the river bank. I watch from my own perch, where I’ve come to pray in an attempt to slow, to ponder, to be still in His presence.
Decisions, possibilities swirl through my mind, and it is only when I gaze at the sparrow’s presence, the bird’s still wings while it sits upon its perch that my mind finally stills.
I watch and wait, light sounds of the river’s water, and the rustling of tree branches above me, from winds unseen, yet heard, grace my senses.
My eyes follow the sparrow as it takes it flight, flies from it’s unsteady perch in moving waters and rises up and up, finally resting in a Manitoba Maple tree’s branch that points west attached to a trunk that is sturdy and steady.
I rise from my own perch, steadying myself on uneven turf with the help of reaching a hand against the sturdy tree that resides beside me.
I steady with the knowing there’s Another that I can lean on that resides beside me, within me.