I drove between water because smart and skilled men made a levee and poured a road out on top. The sun showed through a sky stuffed with gray clouds and hit the lake tinseling the water and making me cry. The Lord touched my eyes with tinsel on water and gave me the word to tell it today. He touches my heart with tinsel and water, and my life is a wonder. I am distilled in tinseled water, in the plucks of guitar strings and simpler things. I’m distilled in the wisps of wind and warmth of sun and those little paddle-footed-waddlers quacking along a grassy path. I’m preserved in moonshine and fair things. I am clarified in laughter, in the eyes of a caring friend, in voices and cat purrs, in walks on fallen leaves, and thoughts of higher things. I’m distilled under warm covers and preserved in gratefulness. I’m purified in sun rays and sprinkling rain and baskets full of adjectives for what I see. I’m refined in vanilla peaches and love, in prayers at the table and on my soft couch. My shelf life has no care for I’m distilled in eternity.
December 19, 2023
Rhonda Gunn
