It’s a cool, grey, February morning.
The Lagan slips quietly by
as I walk to work,
its still waters reflecting
a grey sky above.
This scene is peaceful
but my soul is troubled
and I am in turmoil.
I dander along the Lagan
hoping to find there
the peace that my soul longs for.
Just past Queen’s Bridge I stop,
dis-spirited,
and lean on the black railings,
gazing across the river.
A tall, steel structure
points towards the morning sky,
towering above surrounding buildings,
its almost-perfect reflection
distorting gently on the ripples of the Lagan.
It reminds me
that right here, right now,
I am being called
to reflect my perfect God
through my imperfect self.
And while I stand looking over the Lagan
a new certainty forms in my mind –
that for reasons best known to Himself
My God wants me to be
exactly where I am in my life
right here, right now,
right in the midst
of all this turmoil.
My despondency vanishes
in an instant
and I feel all fired up,
determined
not to let his situation beat me
convinced
that My God will take care of me.
I turn on my heel
and I stride into work.
Right here, right now
is where My God wants me to be.
And I am content.
© Claire Murray, 10th Feb 2015