The Colors of God

Our final morning in Vancouver began with a spectacular sunrise. It is a fitting end to a week with many colors.

... They included the happy colors of first birthday candles ...

... They included the warm tones of a dedication to the Lord ...

They included the pure whites of Whistler Mountain, blanketed with a billion diamond points of brilliance ...

... and the liquid version while bobbing in a tiny boat on the Burrard Inlet near English Bay ...

And so we thank God for another year of his technicolor presence with us, and the chance to celebrate it in such a beautiful place filled with the colors of love. De Colores!

Still

Ice chewer on one side

Deal-maker, titan, master-of-his-fate on the other

Public announcements mixed with the jumbled

Chaos of a dozen conversations

Overlaid by the sound of my own questions that will not

Shut up

And you want me to be still and know that you are God

That I am my beloved's

That in quietness and confidence shall be my strength

There is no quiet here, Lord.

Not here.

But there is a corner of my shallow mind

Where the only sound is the far away heart

The only lyric is longing

Where I choose to pay attention to one thing,

The thing,

Where your silence is deafening,

Your presence all that is required.

I go there so seldom

I may not remember the way.