fishing with jesus
sometimes I just cry myself to sleep
when I think about all the things
I’m gonna miss about this place
I told jesus
as we sat on the rocks
casting our lines out into the sea
neither of us worrying
whether or not there was fish to catch
june two thousand thirteen
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I’ve learned that there is a very fine line between fishing and standing on the beach looking silly.
I’m not much interested in the latter that is for sure. I would much rather be sitting in my chair sipping on a brewski.
well I dont’ know about a brewski what ever that is Im thinking beer ? ;)))) but your words make my eyes shine this was just the most beautiful of poetry I have read for a long while Just beautiful :)) b x
yes, a brewski is a beer which is my favorite beverages. thanks so much for your kind words, Beez – they mean so much to me!
reminds me of Dad. good poem
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I hadn’t thought of him when I wrote this last night – at least not consciously. Thanks for reminding me though!
I love this poem…very serene and in the moment. Thanks for visiting my blog and for the follow!
Thank you so much and the pleasure is mine – I’ve always been intrigued by alien life. Try putting “alien” in search feature on my blog (without the quotation marks).
This is beautiful!
There should not be sadness when one fishes with Jesus,lol
especially when that one is not yet gone but already missing what will be missed and that one still has brewski 🙂
lol I could not agree with you more! thanks for visiting my little poetry world this evening.
I will return often I promise, its a rather nice world to be in.
This afterlife poem is really soothing.
So glad you enjoyed this one, Lola. Thank you.
You welcome. I love all your poems-some more than others.