The Image Fisher

The Image Fisher

Something from the tackle box:

       If you want to learn, then go and ask the wild animals and the birds, the flowers and the fish.  Any of them can tell you what the Lord has done.  Every living creature is in the hands of God.  (Job 12:7-10 CEV)

The Image Fisher

I took a friend to Tinker’s Creek.

   Not a fishermen, per se,

      But one with an eye for wonders,

         And a teacher of seeing that way.

Knowing she might like to capture

      All that I so often see

            Recording with an artist’s heart

                  The glories this place can weave. 

For when I’m fishing on Tinker’s Creek

      A Spirit I often perceive

            Shining brightly in the instant  

                  But not so readily retrieved.

At least not by one with a fly rod

      And landing net in his hand

            Drawing beautiful watery dancers

                  To a short lived appearance on land.

Where the fish from the fly must be parted,

      Removed from the net in her rage,

            Gently bathed till she’s breathing more sanely,

                  And returned to her watery stage.

Time to ponder that wonder is fleeting.

      For ballerinas must be sent home

            To rest for their encore performance

                  The next time they dance through the foam.

No time to take notes in that moment

      For the one holding line, reel and rod.

            But a friend with an eye for that wonder

                  Just might catch reflections of God. 

Something to take home in your creel:

       Thank you M.M and R.W. for sharing an evening on Tinker’s Creek and at the Shamrock with me, as well as for all the lessons on how to look at the world going all the way back to my youth.  Blessings be upon you both.  M.J. 

*All photos were taken by, and remain the property of, Marianne Martin of Vermontville, MI.