Thursday, October 12, 2023

“…LakeHouse…”

Lia Rose pic by Emily



LakeHouse

The wake, 

the ripples shimmer shore to shore

Early morning sounds

Laughter echoing from the kayaks, swimming, and island floating 

Fishing and campfire songs

Sisters singing and dancing as in years before



Time to think and dream again

Distractions far and away

Childhood wonder- lakeside 

Pontoon, houseboats, and jet skis racing away the day, like it is the last day

Family taking a breath 

Been so good to me

Time after time 


The trails near the LakeHouse well rambled

The older, the young, the new mom-infant in arm all walk the same trails 

Family, discovery, newness

Sandy beach and bodies 

Uncrowded, swimming laps

Unhooking fish, gentle releasing


Freedom and shelter from … life

From the pace

A cove quiet 

A freedom cove 

a view renewing

A harvest moon revealing

Night sounds restoring

Acorns dropping sounds as

Squirrels nest tirelessly 


Rest so peaceful 

Mercy never ending 

Truth everlasting 

Generations lasting as they take 

“Another circle around the sun”

“Time really is a circle. I can see that now.”

But then you look and see... 

The newness, surrounding beauty,

True joy, contentment

 

LakeHouse, Glimpse poetry by Joe Holuta


About this poem: LakeHouse is a poem about our family taking a weekend getaway to Lake Anna, Virginia. The time was Maude's first vacation with her cousins and family. The food and quiet and rest were so refreshing. Sisters singing and dancing around the fire light as in earlier years. Grandchildren swimming with mom and dad with sounds of laughter echoing over the lake. Grandparents in wonder, at the newness, "taking another circle around the sun."


“Because the Eternal is good, 

His loyal love and mercy will never end,

 and His truth will last throughout all generations.”

 Psalm 100:5 voice 
























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