Poem: The Lake

A mirror spread ‘neath mountain’s gaze,
Where sky and silence softly laze,
The lake lies still, a breathless sheet,
Where water, earth, and heaven meet.

Its glass reflects the birch and pine,
The drifting cloud, the noon’s decline,
And every ripple tells a tale
Of whispered wind or passing sail.

The heron waits with solemn eye,
A sentinel beneath the sky,
While dragonflies like sparks of blue
Skim o’er the depths they never knew.

The lake remembers—deep and wide—
The laughter lost, the tears that cried,
The echoes of forgotten oars,
The moonlight on its secret shores.

Come sit beside its hush awhile,
And trade your burdens for its smile.
For in the stillness, hearts can wake,
And find their peace beside the lake.

Thank-you for reading.

Remember there are many paths back to God.

Follow your own path,

Brenda Marie