At first I glimpsed her
white wings outstretched
soaring, floating,
riding the wind currents
up over the dam,
and I wondered if that
brief sighting
would be the only one.

But after crossing the lake,
sometimes paddling,
other times
drifting,
lingering in still waters,
gazing at turtles and
watching the water striders,
I turned
and there she was…

Beautiful
Majestic
Unexpected
Powerful

Like the Holy Spirit,
she appeared
out of nowhere…
silent and strong,
graceful yet fierce.

Being in her company
was worship,
prayer,
a means of grace.