When the days get crazy and hectic
And my mind seems feels like it’s in a fog
I steal away
Not to a resort or hideaway at a beach
I grab a tackle box and a few reels
I take a short drive down a country road in an old Chevy
I pull up to my personal sanctuary the pond
Not a soul is there except for me and God
I bait the hook, cast the reel, and wait
As I wait for a bite, I have a talk with God
There I find peace and stillness
When the water is still
It looks like glass
I can be out there for hours and sometimes the amount I catch is small
Sometimes I may not catch anything
The time I spend with Jesus is worth it all
The pond is my sanctum
The pond is my comfort
It recharges me
It clears the fog
It rejuvenates my soul
Stephon's Thoughts 