It is a beautiful day for a “prayerful walk” in Botanic Gardens. I am headed over to the Serpentine Bridge, when I pass the sign to the “Council Ring.”
Â It’s one of those places that isn’t on the way to anything else. – a “destination” kind of place – a quiet reflective place to sit, to think and be quiet.Â A good placeÂ for time with a friend.
It’s that sign.Â Â And even though IÂ am headed over to the Serpentine Bridge, one of my favorite places in the garden. . . . and even though theÂ “Council Ring” is a detour, I keep walking – but as I pass the entrance to the path, I feel pulled to it. I wonder if there is something there for me – something to notice.
Â As I walk up the path, I remember how muchÂ I love this path with the tall grasses lining each side.Â
Â Â And then on the way up the path near the top of the hill, I see this sign . . .
I glance out across the landscape and then continue up the path, sort of dismissing it but then thinking to ask God if there is something in that sign for me.Â
If there is, I want to know it.
I reach the “Ring” and start back down, stopping again at the “Borrowed Views” sign.
Again I stop to look out over the landscape – the “Borrowed View.”
And there it is – the Serpentine Bridge – the place I started out for – the placeÂ I want to go.
Â A “Borrowed View” –
Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â making a “small garden appear larger.”
Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â a picture of trust perhaps.
The hope thereÂ is something more for me, for us
Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â even if we can only see it from a distance.
Something/Someone who gives us hope
Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â this is not all there is.
This mornimg the borrowed view gives me a sense of peace.
I think You wanted me to see this God.
And then I head over to the bridge,
Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â only to be stopped a blockade on the path to the Bridge.
They only way to get there now is to go around the long way.
Time runs out andÂ I must turn back . . .
Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â go home before reaching the bridge
But I see it.
It will beÂ there forÂ another day.
I sense this will mean more to me the longer I sit with it.
I am not even sure why it means to much to me.
A few days later I was telling a friend about my inability to really put it into words
what this scene means to me.Â
His reply – “Maybe there are no words. Sometimes our best prayer is prayer without words.”
He told me about a youtube video by Ian Cron on Prayer – I love what Ian says about prayer without words:Â
“SilentlyÂ giving God consent to do whatever He wants to do in my heart and in my soul . . .Â
Â Sitting in silent trust with God about our concerns – that is powerful.”
I think that is what I did thatÂ day.
I will do it again and again.