The Grayling Were At Prayer Poem by William Burke, S.J.
The Grayling Were At Prayer
Today I fished at Broken Bridge.
I threw a mosquito on the water
and waited for a Grayling to tear the surface
and impale itself on a steel barb.
But the Grayling were at prayer,
a sacrament of silence, thank you Lord,
just what I need.
My mosquito will dance on the water another day.
Friday, October 9, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: dance,nature,silence,water
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Flyfishing and no luck.
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8/29/2026 11:09:09 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
'' the Grayling were at prayer.. '' :) nice, really nice..