Still waters reflect heaven’s glory
mirrored cosmos, creation’s story.
It is when the world’s at rest
that the image shows the best.
The slightest breeze upon the lake
makes the picture begin to quake.
When tempests blow, the reflection’s gone
whitecapped waves replace the sun,
yet Christ himself whispers “peace”
and all these stirrings begin to cease.
He leads me back to a crystal lake
restores my soul, for his name’s sake.
-a reflection on Psalm 23:2-3
Jason Kanz 