On a beautiful spring day, many years ago, I floated on an air mattress upon the crystal clear waters of a lagoon. This lagoon was an extension of a large lake and bordered with old-growth forests. In the backdrop of this scene were ancient mountains crested with white snow. As I floated there, between heaven and earth, I contemplated the clear water and my reflection and the reflection of the forest and the mountains within it and I contemplated the color wheel and baptism. And I came home to the city where I lived and stored that experience within my heart-pocket until, one day, it bubbled out on paper.
Guzzle knowledge buried long, beneath subterranean past,
Deepening appreciation, serenity at last.
Drink the light of the crystal window; fathom the profound.
Submerse yourself into what is limpid.
Infinity is all around.
Gently lapping island shores, translucent, All in All,
Omnipresent medium, mold me to your call.
Now drenched, O transparent soul, baptized in His name;
Was just a whisper that I heard, and humbled, loyally came.
This is my post in response to the Daily Post one word prompt: Invitation.
As a P.S., this happened on the same day as my inspiration for this blog post: What are You Doing for the Rest of Your Life