The River
Wanda Garner, 5/23/06
A leaf floats by
Like a tiny boat unwilling to stay.
I wonder from where it came
And watch as it drifts away.
Dragonflies with wings of blue,
Hover with ease above the water.
Bluebirds fly high overhead
As I cast my bait a little farther.
Children’s laughter I hear ‘round the bend.
Sounds like they are having fun.
No doubt, enjoying a dip in the river
And soaking up the evening sun.
A fish flopping from the water
Brings my attention back to my pole,
Baited with cut-bait, hoping for a catfish,
But this is not my only goal.
Enjoying God’s great creations,
And spending some time outdoors
Is one of my greatest pleasures.
No earthly treasure could mean any more.
To catch a real nice fish would be
An added bonus for sure.
It’d be the perfect ending
To a day so full and pure.
But as the sun bows his head
Behind the hills just yonder,
I reel my line in… one last time
And then I sit and wonder.
Is fishing really about catching fish
Or the journey it takes to get there?
Does the river beckon me back each time?
Does it have some dark secret to share?
I close my eyes and smile inside.
The answer’s plain to see.
This majestic river… this gift God gave
It’s the place I long to be.