Sacred Moment

Sometimes we startle the

heron as she stands at the

end of the pond, and she

spreads her mighty wings

and flies away, afraid of

our company. Today I was

not present, not seeing,

but worrying about so

many things. And then,

from a hill above the

water, I saw her framed

between two bare trees,

tall, regal, motionless.

With no camera to record

the perfect photo, I was

disappointed …. but then

again, perhaps that one

sacred moment was only for

the heron, my dog, and me.

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