Shadows

Early morning walk
In the August sunshine

Sun already warming my shoulders
Birds happily
Flitting
here and there
Before the midday heat.

Another day
I walked
Grandchildren and me
And we danced with our
shadows

“I’m stepping on you, Grandma!”
“Ouch” I reply!

Life casts shadows
Sometimes long and deep
Sometimes shadows hold
mystery,
heartache and pain,
and seem larger
than life itself.

And then I thought of the Creator God
Creator of the sun,
Author of the shadow
Does God have a shadow?
A shadow so vast
I can hide.

And my own shadow fades
overtaken and protected by
the large and sacred
shadow
of the Creator.