The Eyes Of My Soul

It’s not clear, blue water.

In fact, it’s not water at all but thick,

black mud, in some places several inches deep.

The Bighorn Fire’s residue is a reminder of many sad

days when the fire raged in the beautiful Catalina Mountains.

But in this flash of a moment, it is beautiful.

Give it a few minutes and it will be back to ugly ash and

bitter memories. But now in this exact moment, never to be

exactly the same again, it is striking.

Today I will be curious and conscious.

Today I will be awake.

I will be ready to receive blessing.

And it will happen. No doubt.

Today I will see with the eyes of my soul.

And I will be astonished.