A Fishing Day
A Fishing Day by Alex Badger
From the window I see the anglers casting their line into the peaceful, calm water
Seeing them do this makes me long to join them.
I can resist no longer, equipped with my fishing pole and tackle box
I begin my dissent to the place I love to be.
When I reach my final destination, I look at the beholding sight before me,
The fish are jumping, and the breeze is as soft as a feather slowly floating to the ground.
As I cast long, I see a man
With his young son who is learning to fish from his dad,
This makes me smile
Just as my line goes tight and long and my drag runs like a spooked horse.
As I reel in the fish, I think of how God reels us into his love
We resist but He will not stop until He has us in His arms,
As I bring in the big sunshine yellow perch
I think of how beautiful Gods creation is.