I’m floating along the Mary River in a small canoe. It’s late spring and the warm sun is balm on my back. I relax and forget the busy life I’ve been leading back in town. I’m on holidays.
Mary River – photo Roger and Daphne Saunders
Branches trail across the river’s edge, dripping vines into the water. Tiny wrens break the silence with their twittering. The current carries me towards the Homestead shores, so there’s no need to paddle now. Just bask in the sun and enjoy the silence and the beauty as I drift along.
Dragonflies glisten, their wings catching the sunlight as they skip across the water weed.
Beside me float images of pine-clad mountains, trees and clouds. They skim along on the river’s surface.
My mind drifts to that other world of busy people, chatter, teaching lessons. I enjoy it all – but this peaceful world is a haven.
Gazing back at the reflections of clouds and trees, I wonder if this life is a reflection of heaven. A verse from Corinthians tells us we see life and even God as if in a dim mirror now – and in heaven we will see Him and His creation clearly, face to face.
If this beauty, this peace, is only a reflection, how wonderful will the real thing be?