A Thought From Lake Wapo

I am sitting by the water, coffee and bible in hand, a slight breeze is blowing off the lake, the morning sun gently warming my shoulders. The swallows darting back and forth in sharp angles over the surface of the water are working hard to reduce the mosquito population.

I watch while an eagle, in all its majesty, soars overhead in its quest to catch a fish for breakfast. I count the seconds between the beats of its wings, one gentle beat every fifteen or so seconds. Another eagle appears over the lake, a juvenile, flying somewhat harder than the mature adult that was here a moment ago, still learning to soar on air currents.

I worship.