Tuesday, July 21, 2015

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


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