At the Edge of the Lake
©Nancy L. Meek 2001

I chanced the trip to the edge of the lake
Stepping gingerly through the grass
Soaked with dew from the morning’s wake
The vision holding me, alone at last

Another time I would not be as brave
To risk the visit to this supernal scene
But, alas, I am pulled as a loving slave
For here He is close, at the water green

Ripples form from a smooth rock tossed
And my heart flutters within my breast
Watching them lap the bank, I’m at a loss
Not knowing which path would be the best

He laughs, I laugh, He cries, I cry
Then why does my heart now struggle so
For this love divine I cannot deny
This precious fire I have come to know

A lake of diamonds before me shines
A branch nearby gives a lark a rest
Twittering in glee as the sun reclines
Beating a tune from his throbbing breast

A perfect passion of souls entwined
A holy communion of spirits set free
A dream of a life of a sacred kind
Concepts once, now alive in me

The quiet lake gave not a clue
Of what I must do in the end
Deaf at the stirrings of my emotions true
Mute in the matters around the bend

I looked to the clouds, the trees, the sky
For release from my current state
Floating adrift with the eagle on high
Flying so free, unconcerned with fate

The hungry gator who lives in the lake
Stared at me..... and in apathy gazed
And, too, ignored was I by the snake
Who slithered past me totally unfazed

The only one left to hear my prayer
Has always been there I think
Clearing my path with utmost care
Keeping me back from the water’s brink

I will put my faith and trust in Him
Believing He will show me the way
Sacrificing all I might have been
To live with Him one day




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