Kneeling In Waist Deep Waters

This poem was spawned by an experience of fishing one Sunday morning i the Little Sue river in Alaska.

I was in a cathedral once,
standing in the Sunday morning silt of The Little Sue....
She wrapped her salmon filled waters around my legs
in a  hurried journey to carry the eggs of creation's continuance
in the belly's of these creatures of God's imagining;
jumping  pink and silver streaks making rainbows with sun and water,
swimming in this racing womb I stood in, their  bright red eggs
deposited in the silt with the faith of instinct.
I watched them knocking against the rocks in onward motion
anxious for birth while rushing towards death...
and is there really a difference, or are we perhaps just misinformed?
THe showers of a light rain the only drum beat of the universe on a Sunday morning,
The stillness and the silence a palpable song rubbing up against the rhythm of the sky's issue.
and I could feel God's breathing  next to me, feel the sweat of His effort
in the frozen frames of grace laid out in the rivers ripples..
wild without boundaries, free without walls,
only the banks of earth and her comapnion trees which it could overflow
with a season of excess tears and torrents....
and the Eagle in me soared
while my soul  knelt in waist deep waters .

Reviews

[radian7]

I love this poem. It is rich, rich, rich. One of my favorite sections of this beautiful poem is
"I could feel God's breathing next to me, feel the sweat of His effort
in the frozen frames of grace laid out in the rivers ripples..
wild without boundaries, free without walls,..."

I appreciate your use of the poem's basic title in the finishing line.

[Y. Counts]

I am breathless...I have goosebumps...Poetry really can be this good!
This is magnificent-- "and I could feel God's breathing next to me, feel the sweat of his effort,"---how sublime!
Don't change a thing, your talent is obvious.
Cheers to you!

[lady o]

Beautiful writing, held my attention, and well crafted piece... nicely done

[An Ordinary Woman]

The idea of nature as a cathedral is sooo magnificent. There isn't a single other place that I feel closer to God- nature does it for me every time, this poem is both beautiful ans inspiring. Thank you for it.

[Wildfleour]

Wonderful!

[Ron B]

This is very well written and your words sculpted a beautiful image. Bravo.

This is beautiful! I wished I could be inspired by nature. I love the way you described everything. You painted such a clear picture with your words. Very good.

[Valentine]

Anxious for birth while waiting for death..what a line..that is exactly what we all are doping..Seeing nature in the way it was painted or created by God can make your hands fold and youtd knees bow to just say thank you Father..God bless..Valentine

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Your work ... is a bit like having found a treasure, these words;

and the Eagle in me soared
while my soul knelt in waist deep waters

simulate perfection. Your poetry is really wonderful.

[jordan lynn]

i like this a lot