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FISHING WITH MY MAN
I enjoy the times we sit alone
In our boat,
on the bank,
Casting our lines into the water
Hoping we can lure
A fish to attack what we are trying to give it.
Not talking,
Not singing,
Not laughing,
Not joking.
Just being…. Alone.
But together in a quiet moment
Doing something that draws us
Closer to each other
And closer to God.
Something that clears the mind
And frees the soul
With every cast
Into the depths
Of the water
