So Every Day

So every day                                                                                                                            I was surrounded by the beautiful crying forth of the ideas of God,

one of which was you.

Mary Oliver

This morning the lake looked like an antique window pane.  Violet-green Swallow touch the surface causing gentle concentric circles to interrupt, albeit briefly, the stillness of the glass.  Their voices sound like happiness on the wing.  I imagine if the swallows had ribbons they would weave the most beautiful May Day basket around a May Pole – the multi-colored streamers would wave in the breeze.

And joy would cry forth.