KINGFISHER

I am fishing for the King

In pools of sparkling water

Where the salmon leaps

And there beneath the surface

Swims a form,

Dark and indistinct.

Breathless I follow it

And try to make it out.

Is it the King?

A moment and my heart leaps,

But murky deeps enclose

The precious form

And I am left with painful wrenching

On the strings,

That long for Him and only Him.