ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©
This little watercolor sketch is reminiscent of the good old days of fishing off the shoreline, dropping a line off the side of your boat, sitting and waiting – quietly taking in the stillness of the air – enjoying God’s beautiful creation – tasting the tranquility of it all.
A morning mist engulfs the lake, the air is fresh and clean.
You pull the anchor and set out, to waters so serene,
The sputter of the motor spits, encroaching other sounds,
That lead to the old fishing hole, where breakfast does abound,
You may sit there for many hours, in quiet contemplation.
But when the bobber bounces down, with wild anticipation,
It may take lots of patience and your skin is getting red,
You think it may have been better to stay home in your bed,
But suddenly you see just what your line is reeling in,
The biggest fish you’ve ever seen, the prize you surely win,
You reel it in and there it is, a catch that will suffice,
But sitting there just waiting, was also extremely nice.
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This reminds me of my grandparent who used to put on their straw hats and go sit by the creek to fish. As I look back, I think the experience of just sitting there was much more valuable than actually catching any fish. Of course, if they caught fish, the experience was made all the more valuable.
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I agree that simply sitting quietly and breathing in all the glory of God is pretty amazing !
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From experience – I liked the last line. 😎
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Me too. I never got past baiting a hook. LOL🥸
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