This Morning at the Lake
Lake at Chiang Mai University, a stone throw from Seven Fountains
2019 November
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This poem was written on the last day of my 30 Day Spiritual Exercises as accompanied by Fr David Townsend SJ at the Seven Fountains, Chiangmai, before I flew home to Singapore.
At the dawn of each day, I ran to the lake. On this particular and last morning, a mist was rising from the lake.
After 30 days of silence and solitude, perhaps this was the beginning of my Spiritual Exercise.
This morning at the lake,
the clouds accompany me,
I see the mist rise,
water taking flight
Still do I stand,
the silent crowd of dew drops,
sparkling bright in my eyes
Dear God, I am sorry to go
but He whispers, light
in the air that dreams love
“Yesterday’s lake drifts
over the mountain white
today, beckoning so
Come away, tomorrow
rise, to another
sky...”
