Sitting just below the bridge at Iwetemlaykin, quiet waters smooth by. The bridge invites me to decide: on this side my mind swirls with processing today's activities. Or, shall I cross the bridge, stopping midway to drop my angst and let the water clear it away?
Shall I tell the cedar tree overhead my worries, tying them to the soft boughs to let the ebb and flow of the gentle wind take them to spheres unknown? To God?
Make me a channel of Your peace.
Clear the ditches in my mind, that Your peace may flow through. Clear the weeds and limbs stopping Your voice, that I may hear You speak in quietness. Burn the debris that clutters my mind and let the fragrance of the smoke curling ever upward be a prayer to You.
I surrender all.
Let me lead a quiet life. When You bring me someone in need, let me speak a kind word, that is only a soft ripple in their soul.
Each soul needs softness and kindness. I hammer away at each day, and at others. Sometimes I think hammering is the way to live- to pound and to push.
Rather, let me float as a golden aspen leaf atop gentle waters, trusting You, that all will be well. That all is well, Today. For that is all I have- this one day, this one moment.
And at this moment my soul is still, on the other side of the bridge.