From the lighter side: written for a couple who’s lake house we spent the summer in while renovating it.
He cut a spot by the water’s edge
gave tranquil for its name;
those whose path would lead them there,
they will not leave the same.
The soothing sound that water makes
as it laps against the shore,
and the settling as you look across
that somehow helps restore.
The hustle fades as time is spent,
cares, they drift away;
in its place is a slowing down
and a compelling urge to stay.
Praise is due to two I think
for this setting that we see;
first the One who made it all
for our serenity.
And then the one who’s lake-house draws
us to these tranquil frames,
by removing all distractions
so we will not leave the same.
For if the lake-house has the things
that satisfy our whims,
the tranquil wonders might miss our eye
as things distract and dim.
Hunger and Thirst 
Mike,
Wow. This is a beautiful poem. The Lake house must be a place of quiet beauty. We all love such moments…where nothing seem to matter as much…and when we can see God as He truly is, and our fellow man…though the eyes of God.
With such words, I can only catch a glimpse of how beautiful the place is! Thank you for those words and God bless you.
Gladwell
Everything about it was as cool as it could be. It was about a year into this economic disaster and we were feeling the crunch. We had not had time away for awhile. I was about two weeks from completing the job I was on. I reminded God that morning of the fact that I needed more work – reminded Him that I was trusting Him for it.
That day, a lady came to visit the lady I was working for. While they were touring the house, I met the new lady. She said she didn’t know if I would be interested or not, but they had some work they had been trying to get done at their lake house and didn’t know who to get to do it as it is 2 hrs away from where we all live. It is the lake we do our boating on. As she said it, it was the like the Lord said, ‘See what I can do’.
He provided for a us, not only the work we needed but the get away as well. We had a beatiful view of the main lake. We kept our boat in their dock. Occasionally in the afternoon after work, during the week when it was less croweded and calm, we would go for an afternoon cruise. Other times we would sit on their deck and watch others cruise. There was no TV which we got over pretty quickly. We read, wrote, worked and played. Could not have been better.
Wow. That a testimony! I will be writing mine soon…that I believe in Jesus Name.
God bless.
God is certainly good that way. I like your opening verse. Keep writing.
I read your poem twice. Just had to visit that lake-house again. Beautiful, thank you! God is good indeed!
Nice poem, Mike! I’ve really enjoyed your writing and following your blog. Keep up the great work.