Of swans and men

A touching scene.

Mother and babies swimming along serenely.

A riverside walk with glories for eyes to see, though most were glued to a screen.

Walking blind.

Hand, mind and will absorbed by electronic communications.

Totally oblivious to the wonders around them.

Beauty all around in sight, sense and sound.

One watched and wondered. 

He had eyes to notice that there were more cygnets born fluffy-soft, downy-brown and small in the nest than remained close to mother now as they floated along in their watery home.

His sight undimmed to life around. His senses attuned. 

Yet his own appearance meant that others gave him a wide berth.

Nothing fragrant here. Shabby, grass and life-stained clothes hanging loose on his frame.

Scuffed, messy, and marked out by his strangeness. 

A man on the margins. Adrift from the crowd. Alone and apart.

Holding hope and compassion for these creatures in his heart…and a bottle of booze in his hand.

More glinted close by. Fag dangling limp from sweat and saliva-slicked lips.

Heat and odours rising as he moved to settle more comfortably.

Not a man to deserve a second glance. Only a quick glimpse and quicker retreat.

But he saw things other eyes failed to see

Swans afloat with cygnets missing. 

Weeping willows bent double to kiss water.

White poplars bestowing snowy kisses falling like manna on a toddler’s upturned face.

Fish frolicking beneath the river’s surface.

On the road above, holiday traffic sounds muted, yet there is a discernible hum of cruisers on this floating pathway as they chug-purr soft and slow to aid a tan.
Passersby linger at a bridge spanning sun-drenched path and cool, watery splash beneath.

Dragonflies hover in an iridescently vivid dance.

For there is much to see with eyes wide open

We see how God loves the tramp/wino/hobo (if we care to label folk as such) as much as He loves us.
We see that “there but for the grace of God go you and I”.
We see how unprepossessing,stumbling, clumsy, unformed creatures can become white with purity and grace.

Recognising, with awe-struck, thankful hearts, that God deliberately chooses men and women that the culture overlooks, exploits and abuses.

He specialises in making somebodies out of nobodies.

For our fallenness cannot keep us from being beautiful in God’s sight 

We can miss so much of life around us if we don’t take time to look.


Sometimes it’s good to peel our eyes away from the screens of our life and focus them on the colourful canvas of creation which God has given for our enjoyment.



This world is a showcase for His glory.


And we are the pinnacle of His creation.

My friend, you are dearly loved and precious to God. He sees beauty in you, even if you or others fail to.

But His desire is for you to see it too, to sense the potential you have as a child of God.

Take a look in the mirror of His word and breathe deep the sweet promises of who you are in Christ. Savour life-giving,soul nourishing, transformational truth.


Notice the difference it can bring to how you see yourself and others.

In Him you are chosen, special, precious, loved and gifted, a work in progress, being changed from glory to glory, a trophy of His grace, undergoing healing and restoration, and a recipient of His goodness for today and eternity.

I am thankful the man viewing swans had eyes to see beauty in the world around him.

And I’m even more grateful for how God notices us, His hands offering all of life’s fullness and potential to you and me.

Linking here with the lovely Sabrina over at Just Keep Singing for the ‘Letter to’ series. This week’s prompt is:‘Letter to the one who noticed’. You are very welcome and warmly invited to join in. The link up takes place every 1st and 3rd Tuesday of the month.

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12 Comments

  1. This is so lovely, Joy. Really makes you think. Loved this: 'My friend, you are dearly loved and precious to God. He sees beauty in you, even if you or others fail to.

    But His desire is for you to see it too, to sense the potential you have as a child of God.'

    Thank you for linking up x

  2. I picked up the same line! 'He sees beauty in you…'
    This is such a beautiful piece of writing. May we all have eyes to see and ears to hear.
    Thank you.

  3. Lovely Joy, I feel uplifted and inspired to take note of the beauty all around me, the beauty so often ignored and taken for granted.

    'Weeping willows bent double to kiss water. White poplars bestowing snowy kisses falling like manna on a toddler's upturned face.'

    Your writing paints such beautiful pictures!

    Thanks for linking up!

    1. And you have seen the meaning and beauty of the message behind the picture being painted. Thanks for this lovely comment, Sabrina, and for giving me an opportunity to link up with you!

  4. Joy, This is an incredibly beautiful piece of writing, as someone who does indeed notice the swans on the lake and the weeping willow but often questions self I found myself reading this on a personal level. I felt like this could have been addressed to me from God – CO Joy. Thank you and God bless you x

    1. Kimmie, I'm so pleased you found a message to bless you in these words God gave me. Thanks very much for reading and sharing your thoughts here. I really appreciate the encouragement! Blessings xx

  5. Hi Joy,

    Such beauty in your prose. I really loved reading your thoughtful words. I could hear the water lapping against the river bank. Such truth woven in a moment of stillness.

    I also liked where you said – "Recognising, with awe-struck, thankful hearts, that God deliberately chooses men and women that the culture overlooks, exploits and abuses. He specialises in making somebodies out of nobodies."

    I am so thankful that our Lord sees and values little me. 🙂

    Blessings

    1. Yes, I am always grateful that God sees the potential in us that others do not and we may also be unaware is there. I really value your friendship, Anita, and the lovely comment here. Bless you 🙂

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