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Dispatch → Bulletin → Opinion
Lakeside
[i]The night is young and the sky is dark, and above proclaim all the glittering stars, and the air is warm and the breeze is sweet and the cool lake waters lap against our feet and as we sit upon that narrow rickety dock, we chat and we ponder and we take stock of all the beauty we've known before, the songs we sang in those days of yore and now as our hands are interlocked, you lean way out over the side of this dock, and I hold you up with unfiltered glee, as I tell you, laughingly, that now might be a fine time to swim if I let go, you're going in, and you don't stop but keep straining finally grazing the surface and then saying These waters still caress my feet and brush my hand and though I'm far out from any firm, solid land, I feel safe and secure and complete tonight, these stars above and your eyes so bright, and you hold my hand so sweetly tight and so I have absolutely no right to let my doubts and fears exert and reign but at the end of all things I still maintain you're my love, my truth, my peace, my sword, but past you, above you, beyond you is my Lord. Your low melodic voice rings out that final phrase and I can't help but echo it back with my own praise we are loved, you know, I know - before we loved, when we said no, we were called and surely justified and just as surely someday glorified and what a wondrous beautiful thing it is that we would be called a son of God a daughter of God and such we are and such we are. And the night is slightly older and the sky is slightly darker and above singing stronger are all the fiercely adoring stars.[/i]