- Walking Near the Waters - 4

WALKING NEAR THE WATERS Under the warm golden hug of sunrise’s bliss shielded by rugged ridges and flagging trees emerged a peaceful scene. Through the clear, somber, sleeping, water sunlight revealed shadows spelling odes beneath; odes unfolded by rising ripples in cerulean gleam, touched by nothing but the gliding breeze which seizes silt and shingles causing baby currents lift. Sparkling like priced pearls in the still noon, their waves, a calm heart’s pulse, speak. I linger, tranquil, afloat in the ageless ocean’s lea, sitting on a dry old rock-sheltered bank, drinking the healing power from the scene. Time is suspend; I see the lake like a child, the ridges and trees, His grand legions line. The shadows stretch, His noble progress to a life unfurled during years of swarming battles. But, He has a wealth of hope and stood amidst the sudden ripples; unmoved by fear, for He can hold the shifts. He who’s polished tough and wise has championed in a sunken time. He matured. He populated good influence calling others to imitate his stance. He promised life without fear cherished with gratitude, and his shared touch was not dulled by passing years. His memory endured, so many remember Him. ______________________________________________________ ~Inspired by the painting: Lake by Georgia Engelhard ~ ***For the painting, Debbi Guzzi's Ten Paintings, Ten Poems, Not for a Contest, thanks for the wonderful experience. __Olive Eloisa D. Guillermo__ 9:17am, January 14, 2015