His Christmas - Elbows Off the Table
Gleam off the blue steel reminded him of a calm lake
Ready for the fish to bite or the partying of friends,
Of which he had few, if any, and he knew not why?
He stared, imagined having friends, what it would be,
Oh, the joy and excitement he felt, and she would
Speak to him, make his heart jump as a biting fish.
Truth is hidden and string let out when playing a fish
Like she did, he bit her bait of smiles and touches of
Life, all the while she laughing, joking size of her fish.
He could barely pull the string she said to all others,
And the others chuckled with envy and jealousy of
Even smallest minnows looking at number of catches.
Meaning and more to them was outdoing the others
Of the fishing party and the blue ribbons going to the
Ones with the biggest fishes and mounting of heads.
Blinks of the eyes and that blue steel lake looked good,
Better than the torrid rivers of pains and sorrows swam
With a hook ripping his lips of mouth, heart and soul.
There is a question do fish feel pain, he knew they did
For he was a fish wishing he was something more of
A man throwing his line and bait in the blue steel lake.
He reeled her in and took out the hook and kissed her
Showing his love and faith in her and God, the Lord of
Fishermen, including women, the blue ribbon for sure.
Thoughts of fish heaven came to his mind, or would it
Be fish hell for ain't that what the fishing bible says in
Its pages for all mankind and holy fishermen who fish.
Or does the greatest fisherman know even more of
The nature of fish than the holiest of fishermen for He
Created the fish of all waters of Earth and caught more.
Today His birthday and the blue steel of the lake isn't
Meant for this day, he thought or did he think, alone
On this day to meet the fisherman of all fishermen.
He imagined his hand picking up his blue steel rod,
And casting the line into the lake for the last time he
Would see the calm waters without red of his blood.
As he thought now to move his arm forward, he heard
"Elbows off the table on this Christmas Day, My Day,"
A phone rung and he heard another voice, "Hi, Steve."
No fishing for her except for him, "Do you want to be
With us on this Christmas Day? We miss you, us both."
He looked again at the blue steel lake with a dread.
"Thank you!" he told her, "Yes, I will," he thanked the
Lord for her saving him and the Lord knew one day
He would thank her himself, her act of love and need.
What a fisherman she was, played and landed him
With pro skills except she was a minnow like him,
Yet she sensed he needed her, a shark she became.