A psalm reflecting on the colors and power of His peace
Stillness hovers like your blessing across the winding river where persimmon, canary and evergreen preen themselves before their mirror and sway in leafy velvet along the rocky edge. A squirrel darts a few feet away…freezes upright at the sense of my presence…spins round to flee. The occasional pipe of a bird punctuates the air, and as if on cue, bits of gold twinkle from the skies, gentle as your grace falling, filtering through your fingers… The sight of such unset jewels floating on air soars something indescribable within me.
Just you and I in this scene of Autumn’s beginning, Lord. I feel my shoulders relax in its respite, this uncommon absence of the world and its worries.
I’m so grateful you led me here at this moment — to this park where your Beauty is a rainbow coat slipped round my shoulders, your Spirit is a warming fire running healing in and over me. Through the slats of the covered bridge, the treetops resemble flags of shooting flame, reminding me of your mighty power.
And prayer is whispering up, like bubbles in a kettle of steeping tea. I want to sing out words of your Word over friends whose home I’ve just left with a homemade treat… to swirl more than buttery chocolate and coconut and sugar fresh from the oven over them…
But it’s so quiet, the crunch of my walking shoes and the click of my camera seem almost… obtrusive. I can hear the rustle of tiny creatures in the woods, here… there… and acorns dropping from the trees. I can hear your heartbeat!
Then unbidden, fear shivers a different kind of whisper over me.
“You’re all alone in this rolling landscape of wooded areas… Is it wise, a solitary woman walking, purse out in open, where anyone could be lurking in the shadows?”
I feel then, the world and dire news and sorrowful hate too much with me. “Do I heed that as Your wise counsel to leave, Lord?” I inquire silently. I abhor this sudden eerie feeling, the encroaching of even having to be concerned when no one else is around.
“You keep your angels round me,” I declare to my spirit. “You go before me and behind me.”
I mean to leave, but every time I close my camera, I spot another living photo I just have to capture. The brook that looks like a woodland England scene, winding in and out along low stone walls, meandering its way down to the bigger river. The sunlight radiant in yellow canopy just ahead.
And in between snaps, I’m frustrated by these intruding thoughts that safety in such places even need be a concern n bright daylight, on a weekday when others are away. I’m angry at spiritual warfare… and those led by hatred… disease…stealing our peace and safety, our very lives with threats.
“Why are you letting them?” you answer. I remember the squirrel, frozen and afraid, darting hither and yon… unaware of True Presence. And I know resting in your Peace is about more than just here and now in the park…
A word to wield against every lie and doubt the enemy has been insinuating in my life…(and into so many of us)
“Fear not!” I hear you command my spirit. “Quench all lies with my Word of Truth. For I have given you a sword in my Name. Greater am I in you than anything that comes against you… You are never alone.”
I watch your breath ripple and shine across the smooth water mirror where you are skipping Ebenezer stones of joy, inviting me to join you, to remember. And I lift my heart to you as a symphony of strings to your praise.
© Pam Depoyan
Topic: Inspiration and Faith (My theme: Autumn Psalmbook)