on our island

Cross the short bridge with me

to the small island

off this curving lakeshore,

the line of the water shaped as if God’s hand

held a fine jewel for us to enjoy.

The lake is still this spring night

as we return

to climb the rungs

of the lifeguard chair.

As we sit in silence

and understanding

let’s kiss the tears away,

wordless and holy

as the old chapel uphill--

tender friendship,

fine as the sand below--

hope like the waxing moon above—

love, untraceable and clear

as the stars.

………………………

on our island

by Troy Cady