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Crater Lake Gods Country

           God’s country, a volcano who turned herself into a lovely lake 
                                    of the prettiest color.
                           Azure? No. Periwinkle? Not really. 
                Possibly a lovely blue topaz, yes, this is what we see.

           Her calm silence greets us, with an awed, reverent countenance,
                                       inviting meditation.

                  The only sound is our snowshoes as we walk in disbelief 
                              toward the topaz ribbon.
                     She has spooled herself around a miniature island, 
                        adorned with her evergreen subjects.
                       Guarded by white helmeted mountains, 
                      who gladly do her bidding, especially in winter.
                  Her lovely evergreens encourage her canvas to share 
                                 her knowing gifts of life. 

                       We pay humble reverence to the Almighty’s 
                        painted scene in silence, taking it in slowly.
                  Her majesty is so compelling, even the snow feels blue. 

                              We pay homage by not talking.
                  I reach for my husband’s hand.  He squeezes it, 
                           and I look into his all-knowing eyes.

                Crater Lake, a magical place, created by God Himself, 
                                 but blessed by the angels.
                  Spirit is in the mountains, and the evergreens. 
                          You can feel her without trying.
               
             We take photos, knowing they cannot possibly replicate 
                      or capture this feeling of awe and reverence.

              She is an indescribable place, a volcano whom God turned 
                                      into a lovely lake.
                Blue topaz majesty, with rhinestone streaks and glitzy 
                        diamond-like glimpses of soul.

                Spirit no doubt takes our picture. Sending it to heaven 
                              ahead of us, so they will know us 
                                        When we arrive.  
                   A magical place, Crater Lake.  God’s country.


Written Jan 7th, 2019                             Contest:  Sleeping Volcano
                                                                  Sponsor: Eve Roper


Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 1/8/2019 5:37:00 AM
Oh that one should do well in the contest; best of luck. A very pleasant and soothing read.
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 1/8/2019 7:26:00 AM
Thank you M.L. I am expanding myself trying to write more delicate pieces. I am glad you like it. I was trying for soothing and spiritual. The photo that goes with this poem is exquisite if you have peeked at Eve's contest prompt.