In the cool, crisp, morning hours,
He takes himself to the riverside.
It’s an old familiar routine,
One that fills his soul with happiness.
Among the due covered brush,
Just a few inches up the incline,
He whips his favorite fishing pole
back over his right shoulder.
With perfection, precision, and ease,
His whole existence dances
Guiding the line to
The desired location, hoping for
The day’s lunch.
Months and years
Of trial and error,
A few poles gone with the current,
Accidental stumble into water,
He’s been so patient with himself.
This was his time.. where he found answers
And sometimes more confusion…
Where he allowed himself to
Because, after all, he’s
Only human, and, well,
Written for New 2 Writing’s Weekly Prompt 🙂
Proverbs 3 New International Version
19 By wisdom the Lord laid the earth’s foundations,
by understanding he set the heavens in place;
20 by his knowledge the watery depths were divided,
and the clouds let drop the dew.
21 My son, do not let wisdom and understanding out of your sight,
preserve sound judgement and discretion;
22 they will be life for you,
an ornament to grace your neck.
23 Then you will go on your way in safety,
and your foot will not stumble.
24 When you lie down, you will not be afraid;
when you lie down, your sleep will be sweet.
25 Have no fear of sudden disaster
or of the ruin that overtakes the wicked,
26 for the Lord will be at your side
and will keep your foot from being snared.