The surface of the lake is a shimmering mirror, reflecting trees and clouds and skies. It presents a smooth and placid surface to the passerby.
Underneath the surface, the lake teems with mysterious life.
But the passerby might miss it without a closer look, a concentrated look that penetrates the silent surface to discover the tiny fish and mudworms that feed the birds and turtles.
We are like the lake. Our faces are mirrors, reflecting what is around us and concealing the turmoil and the beauty that lies within.
Those who care about us are like the birds. They know how to see through the mirror, to search the shores for our secrets, and that is what nourishes friendship.
God is like the turtle, equally at home above or below the surface, comfortably conversant with all the mysterious life that fills us. God plumbs the depths of all that makes us whole and watches it all, with love.