The sky soars over me, so blue, turquoise at the edges. If the suburban shores of Kansas weren’t lapping a few feet away, I’d be certain I was lying beside a coral sea.
How deep the water is here at my little lake is a great mystery. It seems pretty shallow when I rest my feet on the beams of the makeshift docks under the sprawling spruce.
I go there and look at this ongoing reflection of blue because water would have no color without your sky, God.
And what, I wonder, makes the sky so blue? It’s an atmospheric mystery to me, but I know here—by my smallish coastline of lake next to highway and sports fields—here I taste the depths of your love even in the shallow places. I imagine them as deep as Lake Baikal.
You love me for fathoms, don’t you?
This post is Day 12 of 31 Days of Five Minute Free Writes 2016.