The Lake Sermon


An aluminum boat glides across
The glass surface,
Leaving ripples identical
To the ones on the fisherman’s face.
The weight of the day
Sinks with the lure,
Lost to the depths of the lake.
The fisherman’s head bows in prayer,
Waiting to receive communion
From the waters below.
Every lap of water on the boat
A baptism;
The lone loon’s lament,
A benediction.

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