Kilbourne Lake again

Kilbourne Lake again

Glistening lake 

Cherry , Mello, mountain pies

Bumping kayaks on the rocks at shore

Echos of laughter at the swimming hole

Loon calling at sunset and sunrise

Chopping sounds of dead trees for the fire pit

Bats flying to catch the bugs over the lake at nightfall 

Sizzling grilled burgers and dogs 

Pancakes and sausages in the morning 

Running along the path and rocks to the bog 

Jumping and sinking  a few feet while jumping onto the shaking grounding 

Golden sunlight in a gold sparkling inter tube 

Hair washed in the cool waters of the lake 

Laughter at the swimming rock

Oh remember the years, and years of youth 

Cold in the tent this year 

Sounds of the night quiet the restless soul

Breeze and sparkles of the lake resounding

Never wanting time to end

Pair of Loons getting an early start

Coffee fresh again

Bacon, homemade granola and muffins

To the swimming hole for a shave and wash 

A call, missing you 

Cousins rock connecting again

"why do they have to go?"

My heart, our lives 

"Will you not bring us back to life once more?"*

He will be with us again 

A toast is made to the ones, who served and gave that we could enjoy this day 

Gone before us but present in every eye, smile and Whippoorwill singing

A cheer, a toast,lifted high in gratitude and honor and remembrance

“Cherish every moment, 

Fleeting life under the sun”

We part again for a short time 

Looking forward to being together again soon 

Peace and Joy 

Pine needles fall like raindrops on the tent 

   Kilbourne Lake again, Glimpse poetry by Joe Holuta

About this poem:   Kilbourne Lake again is a poem about the family trip to Ontario,  Kilbourne Lake,  in August 2026. This year not all of our family could go and we remember them and we miss them. Generations have passed and new ones have started here!

Rachel drove back to camp 4wheeling it to the Beaver Pond, and over the rocks to the cabin. 

We refresh and reunite and recall those who have been here long before us we've enabled us to be here to enjoy the  backwoods.

• Joe Holuta

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*Psalm 85:6 voice

We are Called to Carry

 

We are Called to Carry

We are called to carry*

Carry one another's burdens 

Carry our young ones over the sands the sands pass so swiftly through this hourglass , brief life

We are called 

We carry brothers, we carry sisters, We carry nieces, and nephews

Oh, and  carry moms and dad's and their hearts 

Siblings carry one another, the yesterdays, today, and tomorrows

We find encouragement and perseverance, 

and are moved to endure

To produce "hopeful living"

Lighten the load they carry, I plead 

Lighten the load I carry

"Come to me" we lean hard on one another 

"Come to me" we read

You tired, heavy and weighed down 

Come to me we hear , rest and listen -

 "I will not tell you to do things that are too difficult. I will not tell you to carry anything that is too heavy for you."*

Carry one another's burdens 

We are Called to Carry, Glimpse poetry by Joe Holuta

About this poem: We are Called to Carry is a poem about how we lean in to carry one another's burdens. "We find encouragement through the Scriptures and a call to perseverance that will produce hopeful living." God provides, helps us , and gives peace of mind. Joe Holuta

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*We are called to carry

We find encouragement through the Scriptures and a call to perseverance that will produce hopeful living.

Romans 15:1,4 voice

**Matthew 11:28-30

EasyEnglish Bible

28 Come to me all of you who are tired. You are like people who have worked for a long time. You are like people who have carried heavy things. Come to me. If you do that, you will find a place to rest. 29 Do what I teach you to do. Listen to my message and learn from me what is true. I am very kind and I do not make myself important. I will help you. Then you will have peace in your mind. 30 I will not tell you to do things that are too difficult. I will not tell you to carry anything that is too heavy for you.’

***Galatians 6:2

Amplified Bible

2 Carry one another’s burdens and in this way you will fulfill the requirements of the law of Christ [that is, the law of Christian love].

Sitting together

 

Sitting together 

Sitting together on the beach

End of the day

My sons and I are sitting together 

Rare times like this with no others around

We watch  the "sea billows" roar 

Cooling Breeze, the heat lessens at the end of the day 

Our favorite time of the day 

The tide is rough 

Much wind today 

Just sitting here

Trying not to fill the silence with words

Just the heart beat of family among 

We each have seen the high points of life together 

Vacations and high mountains 

Also some perplexing times when I wish they were near

Strength from them I now receive

Younger days I helped them along

Now they share an encouraging word or hand on the shoulder without a word 

They have carved their path 

Now leading their young ones to see and hold what matters

The waves crash hard today but 

I remember 

"When peace like a river, attendeth my way

When sorrows like sea billows roll

Whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say

It is well, it is well, with my soul" *

So we sit quietly together 

We [pause]* together 

So hard for me not to speak so 

I say a few words of gratitude to them on their lives well lived 

Amidst exhausting times in the middle of life

I remember God

Your way ran through the sea,

    Your path cut through great waters *

"where there is life there is hope"

Dove c'è vita, c'è speranza.

I reluctantly stand and fold my chair 

They rise as well like they were waiting for me to make a move

We turn from the ocean and walk the sand back to the beach house 

packed with life and laughter and the like, the surf now ponding behind

I had brief time from the fleeting pace

"The sweetness of doing nothing"

La dolcezza del far niente

Sitting together, Glimpse poetry by Joe Holuta

About this poem:  Sitting together is a poem about sitting together with my two sons near the beach at the end of the day out of the heat with the cooling breeze. Everything cleared from the beach, chairs , umbrellas, -including family, friends, children, and we just sit there together not filling the quiet with many words, but just thinking and relaxing together. This does not happen with the three of us together very often due to distance separating us by many miles. Today we did  rest for a moment.  Thoughts of my grandparents who came from Italy and possibly enjoyed a pause of life the same. It was a "sweet time to do nothing"  La dolcezza del far niente! 

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* "It Is Well with My Soul," written by Horatio Spafford and composed by Philip Bliss

*[pause] to life up

*Your way ran through the sea,

    Your path cut through great waters

 and still no one can spot Your footprints." 

Psalm 77:19 voice