I close my eyes
and notice
the subtle drift
of the canoe
The pulse of sunlight
is nearly audible and
the current is subtle⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
There is no neutral
I trust where this
river is running
but the sun is setting ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
and so, I row
to get to where I
think I'm going
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My raw hands
rest the oars
The lake breathes
cool relief
across my palms
and the lazy
hollow sound of the oars
knock against the
bottom of the boat
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I close my eyes to
the deepening sky
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I wake to the rainfall
sound of reeds
brushing against
my vessel
where I've been
gathered by the shore
and cradled in bullrushes
Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to him, and he will make your paths straight. Proverbs 3:5-6