I like to walk on a summer eve along the shore
and listen to the chord of life
that swells with the lapping of lake water.
It centres and grounds me,
connecting me to the heartbeat of this great land,
to the joy of the now which shimmers
like the evening light upon the lake,
moving from moment to moment with the swell
before vanishing suddenly,
into descending dusk.
But the heart remembers the light,
the Transcendent indwelling
in the muddiness of our lives,
glimpsed only in silence and
veiled from those wedded to
the noise and competitive grind
of an unforgiving world.