Note: This is the first of three poems written about a lake I used to walk around, especially when I would spend time with God.
In the morning, I walked by the lake
The air of the northern winter was far below freezing
Indeed as far as I could see, the water was naught but frozen
And the sun shone in the peculiar way it does on a frigid morn
Going 'round, I came to the little stream, and went where the water flowed
The miniature waterfall moved yet, as it and the sun slowly pushed back the ice
As I continued on my way, my heart rejoiced and my soul lifted praise unto God
My spirit was of late troubled and sorrowed, but I knew no trial as I walked by the lake.
In the morning, I walked by the lake – and I walked with my God.
(February 18,2005)
David Lovell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/by-the-lake-poem-1-in-the-morning/
