The waves call out to my tired mind
to leave its cares and stress behind.
You can rest here, there is no doubt...
To my tired mind, the waves call out.
Upon my face, a gentle breeze
says this is time for sweet release.
So, in God's mercy and His grace,
a gentle breeze upon my face.
This old dock creaks like ancient bones.
It warns the fish to swim on home.
Despite the fisherman's best tweaks
like ancient bones, this old dock creaks.
The waves call out to my tired mind
to leave its cares and stress behind.
You can rest hee, there is no doubt...
To my tired mind, the waves call out.
|
Author Notes
I wet a line one time in my life before I married. But I married a fisherman and raised a couple of kids who are fanatics about the sport. They go to catch fish and measure the trip's successio on the number in the bucket at night's end, along with laughter, chatter, and photos taken. (Of course, the photos are of the proud fisherperson and their catch!)
But for me... This is why I fish. It's my chance to participate in the family fun and competition (which I never win), but it's mostly about taking time to notice the miracles all around me.
The first stanza is repeated at the end intentionally.
|
