I was able to slip away for a few minutes to a coffee shop with WiFi a mile from camp.

But first … I watched a ripple in the pond this morning.

I could not tell whether it came from below or above. It did not matter.

Nor can I tell where it goes when I can no long see its concentric, expanding rings that diminish from my sight.

Yet, I believe that they continue, and that, without limit into an infinite sphere known only to God … who along knows their origin and destiny.

And mine.