A Pond and A Swan

I sit in the window and
Look out at the world.
My breaths become slower
My muscles, unfurled.

Leaning into the glass,
The pane cool to my face,
Worry lines once there
Disappear with no trace.

Hopeful, my gaze
Sweeps over the pond;
Searching the surface,
The banks, and beyond.

Not a ripple is present.
No hint that he’s there.
So I wait, I watch,
And say a quick prayer.

Hues of orange and purple
Reflect on the sill.
As the sun takes its place
On the crest of the hill.

As the day makes way
To welcome the night,
From the verge he appears
Much to my delight!

Regal, he glides
With his head held high.
A silhouette of grace
Against the darkening sky.

Each time that I return
I’m amazed to find
That renewal abounds
For my heart, soul, and mind.

For me, there is something
About the view so serene,
With a pond and a swan and
The pastures so green.

It’s hard for me to explain
How this place can be so dear,
But sitting in this window seat
Brings peace each time I’m here.

For I’m reminded of the Shepherd
Who meets all our needs
And guides us to still waters
If we’ll follow where He leads.

Now, the view from the window
May be different for you and for me,
But when we’re looking from where HE leads us,
A restored soul we’ll surely see!

This picture and poem are of one of my favorite places: a small, Ohio country inn and while the swan isn’t visible in my photo, he’s been there every time I’ve visited! The kindness of the people, the serenity of the inn, the beauty of the surroundings, and the swan who is there to greet me give me many reasons to be thankful that God has lead me beside those still waters! Where is your place?  I’d love to know if you’re willing to share with me in the comments. And, If you’d like to read what others have written to the prompt “Swan”, head on over to http://www.anitaojeda.com