Words
from Pep
I
shoved my paddle into the stone and headed out from shore. A swell lifted my
canoe and I slid down its backside. Last night’s storm had left this inland sea
still rolling. Gichigami, the Great One, clear, cold, fierce, intensely
beautiful. Gliding past sandstone cliffs I hear the deep drum of surf within
their caves, the call of gulls and tern overhead. My spirit is drawn to this
water like no other. I have come here to break apart the crust of my heart. For
too long my sight has been scaled over, for too long my ears deaf to the love
song that gives me power. Without His voice washing the dust from my soul I am
but a hollow shell, a dry stick feigning life. From my meek vessel a prayer
rises. When will You draw me from the dark abyss to float high above the deep?
Why have You turned Your back? Where is Your voice that lifts me? Stroke upon
stroke I slip away from shore toward the horizon. The rhythm of paddle pushing
water is all that is heard. Onward, outward, unconscious of time, my being is
taken until, looking behind, only a thin line on the horizon marks my point of
departure. Sky and sea merge becoming one and I feel I am alone in the
universe. Alone… Arms aching I coast into stillness, the arch of heaven above,
slow gentle pulse of Gichigami below. My hand slips into the chill and as I
look down, there near the surface looking back is little giigoozens (minnow).
Together we drift, two lives in a vast silence. My little companion moves,
nudges my finger and I am lifted by a spark of light in the center of my being.
Slowly from my paddle, drops form circles on the water and my soul drinks of
the divine presence. The shadow of a cloud moves over my craft and I turn
looking for the distant shore. My tiny finned spirit messenger slowly withdraws
into the lake. Filling my lungs with the breath of Creator. I am once again at
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