Poem: Heal Your Wounds at Cedar Lake

Come, rest your burdens by the shore,
Where pain need not be held anymore.
Let Cedar Lake, in twilight blue,
Breathe something quiet back through you.

The trees have watched a thousand years,
They’ve seen the rise and fall of fears.
Their roots hold stories, grief, and grace—
And still they stand, still they embrace.

The water does not rush or roar,
But laps in whispers on the shore.
It asks for nothing, gives you space—
A mirror with a tender face.

Lay down your sorrow, let it sink
Beyond the edge where willows drink.
The sky will close your open ache
With drifting clouds on Cedar Lake.

No need to speak, no need to try—
Just sit, just breathe, just watch the sky.
The healing here is slow and true,
It doesn’t fix, it flows through you.

And when you rise to walk away,
A piece of stillness comes to stay.
A softened step, a lighter ache—
From time you spent at Cedar Lake.