reflected cross

it was a perfect morning

to walk and wander

the nature reserve

heat from the sun 

drifting in a subtle breeze

resting in a bird blind

we savoured songs

sensing nearness

even as they remained hidden

I watched, still 

silent, to see

not wings, but a cross

reflected from random twigs

when eyes are wide

and spirits open

the cross is everywhere

For the story and message of the cross is sheer absurdity and folly

 to those who are perishing and on their way to perdition, 

but to us who are being saved it is the [manifestation of] the power of God. 

I Corinthians 1:18 Amplified