Angels on a Misty Shore


She walks with angels on a misty shore.
The morning is damp and cold, but she does not feel it.
As the frost smoke rises over the glassy lake, she stops, reflecting.
At that moment, a magnificent large mouth bass escapes the water,
breaking the silence.
Its powerful leap sends echoing waves to the lake’s sandy edge.
As they lap, lap, lap and caress her bare feet, she looks at the angels,
her eyes aglow with a far off memory.
“I caught the biggest fish of my life right here. “

They laugh, “We know. Your joy soared all the way to heaven.
God walked around with the biggest smile on his face all day long.”

Mother dear, now gone
you were my port,
my shelter in life’s storm.
At times, I stumble and fall
and there you are
cradling me again in your sweet arms.

Linda Lee Lyberg

Author’s Note: Reposting this in honor of my Mother. Today would have been her 90th birthday.
Happy birthday Mom. I hope there are fishing poles and lakes
in heaven and you are teaching the angels how to set a hook!

16 Comments on “Angels on a Misty Shore

  1. Oh so precious and tugged my heart!
    My friend’s husband died a year ago and he was a great fisherman. We have said the same thing about him and God being at the best fishing hole!
    Hugs to you! ❤

    Liked by 1 person

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