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Where Sky Meets Water, Erica Begley

Story Three
Ever So Faintly I See

 Many times when I have reflected upon life at places where sky meets water and rocks, I fish and remember times when the Grace of God transformed my mind, body, soul and spirit. One morning on my way to Mark Twain Lake, I saw a sunrise and remembered a friend I made many years ago. He cannot see the sunrise, because he is blind, but he helped me see with my heart, which was the reason I began writing!

As I drove to the lake at sunrise I remembered many years ago, when I was a young college man, sitting with friends in a popular college town bar, I saw him walk in. He was also a college aged fellow but in a very different kind of life. He used his white cane to probe the tangled place. It would have been far easier for him, I thought, if he had a dog. When he finally came near my table, I was sort of mute. but some kind of spirit urged me to greet him and hen I asked him to join us for a beer. Later - I felt I should see him home.

A few such engagements later, he discovered that I was an artist. He desired to visualize my paintings.  It was his desire that motivated me to find a way to make his wish come true and I found sharing our creativity with others can be a matter of spirit. I learned I could use words, to describe lines, shapes and colors, and thereby see with him by our hearts.



This morning I saw the sunrise.
On my way to fish, out of the dark river bottoms;
I saw vehicles on the highway, flowing east and west,
commuters, were like ants, in the way they progressed.
Some were in a column, sometimes they passed each another.
I saw white lights, on my left and red lights straight ahead.
Rising up behind a distant hill I saw more colors. Ever so faintly I saw
the beauty of another day, then I thought of Him, and there came a spirit,
and I realized loneliness was not solitude and that I need not travel alone.
Take my life and let it be, consecrated Lord to thee!

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