Pastor’s Pondering 02/10/2021


Last morning, I went tramping

With two friends upon the mountain.

Walking briskly on the trail,

Making tenderly our way across the ice,

Finally stopping before time ran out

In a glade to catch the sun, then scrambling

Down-mountain with much joy.

There was hilarity, daring feats,

And silliness in bunches.

But then, passing by the lake I shouted

Stop! And we stopped

We listened and the lake spoke to us.

A long strong note, then again,

Then again. Ice creaking in the cold.

Beautiful, it was, earth-poem on a winter day.

George R. Pasley

February 10, 2021

Martin, TN

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