Poem: The Healing of Cedar Lake

In forest arms where shadows sleep,
Lies Cedar Lake, serene and deep.
A place where weary hearts are drawn,
To drink the stillness of the dawn.

Its waters hold no boastful tide,
But mirror skies with patient pride.
The wind moves soft through cedar trees,
And hums a hymn on every breeze.

The earth here breathes in slower tones,
Through mossy paths and granite stones.
Each step along its quiet shore
Unburdens what we’ve carried more.

The lake knows pain—it’s felt the rain,
The storm’s lament, the echo’s strain.
Yet through the dark it kept its grace,
And held the sky in calm embrace.

I knelt beside its gentle sound,
And let my silence sink unbound.
No answers came, no thunder broke,
But healing lives in things unspoke.

A stillness wrapped around my soul,
The fractured parts began to whole.
And in that hush, beneath the pine,
The hurt became a gentler line.

Now when I leave, I carry part—
The lake still beating in my heart.
Its song, its scent, its steady glow—
A place where broken things can grow.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and light,

Brenda Marie