Come Sit for Awhile

Come Sit for Awhile - We have lived by a lake for over fourteen years now. In our current home the water is just fifty feet from our back door. There is a certain comfort that comes from lakefront living. There are the obvious recreational activities that it can afford; a swim in the early evening after a hot day, the surprising pleasure of landing a fish in the early morning light, or just floating in a tube with a beer in hand. But those are not the things I find most pleasurable. It's the sights and sounds of the lake I most enjoy; the ever changing patterns of the surface as the wind ripples its way across the cove, the long muted reflections of a glorious sunset, the sound of the geese honking their instructions to all who would listen. Yes, this is why we choose to live by the water. The solace to the senses is a form of meditation that allows us to escape, however briefly, those troubles of the soul. So I say, come join us and sit for awhile and lose yourself in the moment.

The mournful train whistle so near,

like contrails in the sky mark time,

remind me of why I am here.

The clock and the calendar chime,

as they count each breath I will take,

I drift through the years of my prime.

So I come to sit by the lake,

in the cool late afternoon shade,

and bathe my senses in its wake.

Golden silence as the sun fades,

soft hollow whisper of the trees,

sinful glow on dancing leaf blades.

Feel the pulse of the wind tease

dark water into dappled light,

hurried along by an unseen breeze.

See the setting sun through eyes shut tight,

whisper to your soul with style,

hear the song birds sing with delight.

So I say, come sit for awhile!

No thoughts to intrude,

No task left unfinished,

No guilt to assume,

No regrets to conceal,

No words to cause pain.

When the geese call,

leave with a smile.

So I say, come sit for awhile.