Resting our feet upon rocks; warming against open flame.
Rocks encircling campfire, bright; moon above; reflects God’s love
on calm river below.
We drink sounds around us: baritone frog, canary’s song
amid dimming sky.
We gaze on marsh before us.
Earlier, wild with life; gathering doe, heron, duck with offspring
surviving quietly; none notice we are even there.
Haze of evening ‘Neath the moon;
Lake of glass surrounds us.
Scent, wood smoke in the air; chill of night becomes us.
We move closer.
Fireside charm draws us nearer, still.
Your eyes, same as years gone by; you built fire for me.
We build our life; rebuild again, in Him; down this path together.
This, our most difficult by far; yet here we are; gazing on same moon.
Admiring craters through binoculars while thinking on life’s imperfections.
What has brought us this far, you and me?
Love you say? Amazing; miraculous.
Morning broke in stillness; God filled every space.
Water as glass; spoke His unspoiled grace; reflection; His face.
Eve before busy with sounds: Motors; Dogs; Voices.
Summer activity; until quieting dusk slowly fades into twilight.
All that remained were heron, deer; mother with ducklings all feeding
in marsh not far away.
I find I watch for peace alone; beauty that lives wild;
Geese on waters’ edge; eagles soaring high above…
Busyness blends into scheme.
If creatures go on as though all gone…so can I, I suppose find release; repose.
I watch as they feed; drink water; now broken glass.
First Evanrude today makes way down river.
Deer; Heron no longer raise heads from grazing see
commotion through the water.
They only enjoy bounty there. Reflection, sun on water; on trees
as wake from another boat passes by; sounds, waves lapping shore.
Ironically, large fish jump; this place where still waters lie.
Waves level softly I observe, no pole in hand,
St. Louis River once again…
wakes.