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.

The Grayling Were At Prayer
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Flyfishing and no luck.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Fabrizio Frosini 09 October 2015

'' the Grayling were at prayer.. '' :) nice, really nice..

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