Cleveland is having an unusually warm spring this year, with plenty of sunny days and highs in the upper 60's/lower 70's. As such, I have spent a lot more time hanging out by the lake in Lakewood Park. I was there one afternoon and wrote this reflection/poem. Enjoy!
People don't fly like the birds do. Sitting at the park, watching the birds over the lake, I was struck by how they flew. Climbing, diving, veering, turning, and soaring. Then I saw a plane in the background. Flying straight and true. No curving, no change in altitude, just the answer to a physics problem. Nothing playful and nothing majestic. I want to be like the birds. Dancing through the sky, in a show fit for Cirque de Soleil. But completely unaware of any audience. Indeed, the path of the bird may be erratic and inefficient. But it is beautiful. It is a dance of joy from a creature that feels profoundly its place in creation. A creature that is its true self. To praise God with every beat of my wings, to share my dance, my joy, with the rest of the world.
PS, I also have a prayer request for one of my refugee families. I can't say much about the situation, but thoughts and prayers are definitely needed!
-J.P.
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