Lake Atitlan

I forgot till this very minute that today is Wednesday, poetry day! I've been reading through a book, handwritten it is, called Letters by Beth. She wrote a really sweet poem remembering some special days of her childhood, when we would go to Lake Atitlan in Guatemala, stay in a beautiful home owned and enjoyed by CAM missionaries, and spend relaxing days and nights there, just playing games, eating, swimming, eating, enjoying the beautiful gardens, tourist shopping in the fascinating town of Panajachel, eating some more, sometimes making strawberry jam, reading (can't forget that!), swinging, and yes, eating some more!! The lake is a fascinating study. It can be calm and gorgeous one minute and the next... Well, read on...

Lake Atitlan

Across the waters storm clouds mount.
The green-blue rumbles into gray.

A mountain looms above the waves,
Giant dwarfed by billowing dark.

White searing light which burns the eyes
like scathing anger rips the sky.

Rain scatters, trampling down the swells
with stinging, penetrating hoofs.

Deep thunder calls. The voice of God
Declares creation His estate.