The Lake A glimpse of heaven
The lake is a deep and mysterous emerald liquid,
calm and refreshing. Lining its boarders, delicate pastel
blooms of rhododendron offering its flowers to the silky
water below.
Every year I long for our summer return to this lake
of overflowing calm. Our days start with the quiet of
the forest and the warmth of the cup in our hands.
I feel this easy flow of real-ness, simple and settled.
Each day is filled with lures, lines, the one that got away
and the one that didn’t; patience. Splashing, floating,
waterfall climbing and speeding across the mirror
reflection of our hearts. The beautiful imperfection
of our windswept hair and marshmallow mouths
gathered around the fire, smoke and embers leading
our eyes up to the glorious abundance of speckled
lights, taking us right into eternity. Our bodies
are yearning for rest. This is being truly alive.
This feels like home.
Erika Masterson 2021