Treasure Island

Lone Dog


Insight


Walking today by the river,
I encountered one of my former acquaintances.
He indicated that he was currently on vacation
From his construction job in Alberta.
We briefly touched on several topics of conversation
Including school, family, job and religion.
He, not believing in the hereafter,
Informed me that he is already in heaven
Because everyday he looks out on
The majestic Rocky Mountains and
Watches the white clouds fly
Across the blue prairie sky.

I had known this young man for many years
But, when he made that statement
Revealing his appreciation of beauty and of nature,
I saw into his heart for the first time
And now know who he really is.

Submitted: Saturday, September 05, 2009
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