A call from the pristine waters of Gilead
Haunt my memories of this quiet repose!
A gull’s bill creases the mirror topped lake;
Silver minnows swim gently below.
The only sounds were the soft songs of Nature.
A push or two on the paddleboat’s drive
Brings yet another of nature’s delights!
Tall trees cast wiggling shadows across
Waters presenting an inverted coalesce.
We feel to say nothing but inhale the view!
We sat in the dock’s veranda and talked
Of our loving God and our lives so far.
There were no intrusions to this restful repose
Only our memories and the moment we shared!
The only sounds were the soft songs of Nature.
Too soon my retreat at Gilead was over.
It was back to a world of noise and hustle.
All struggles of the busy world reappeared
Until memories bring again Gilead’s repose,
I hear again her sweet songs of Nature!
David A. Britt - April 4, 2009
Thank you, my dear brother, for so beautifully recalling a special time that we had together. Love, your little sister.
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