Should love be a gentle, misting rain, <br />I'm searching for the roaring thunder. <br />It always thunders, when I'm fishin'. <br />Have fished all my life, <br />With obsession and complusion. <br />Yet care not, for fish to eat. <br /> <br />Something sacred about fishing. <br />Through fishing, I might meet myself, <br />Before my arrival. <br />I revel in their size and colors, <br />Have a short discussion, then release them. <br />Squinting shimmers of water and love from their eyes. <br /> <br />Fishing has taught my lessons in life. <br />Letting go, when I let them go. <br />Humility, when I catch not one. <br />Learning to swim, as my boat sunk. <br />There will come a time when all is finished, <br />Except the fishing. <br /> <br />Fishing is Holy. <br />Ralph Waldo Emerson said, <br />'I will so ever trust that what is deep is Holy.' <br />All of the big ones are caught in deep water. <br />I have overcome the fear of being lonely. <br />Never had a lonely day fishin'. <br /> <br />Fishing is many things to many people, <br />And as at time in life things aren't always fair. <br />If life were indeed fair, fish wouldn't feed. <br />But there's something to be said about fishing, <br />Being on the water and having those moments of clarity. <br />Days when the fish are gone but God is in attendance.<br /><br />Barry A. Lanier<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/b-fishin/
