For some people, it’s fishing. Some really get into gardening, or walking. Some of us travel. Photography, art, singing. Hobbies. My Dad always said that everyone needs a hobby. His was building radio-controlled airplanes and then flying them. He also played the guitar and taught me. That became a passion for me for many years. What is it for you? What beckons you? What is it that is so compelling that you even forget to eat?
Fishing brings us to lazy rivers, streams & bayous, or lakes wide & deep, Or sand & waves, or oceans wide, with dreams where large fish sleep, Where small & large, thick & thin, black to white, fish wish to stay, With live bait, flies & lures, we fish night and day. And when at last, we catch a fish, from a bass to silver king, We have a fight from great to sleight, that makes our spirits sing! Some fish for food, some fish for sport, some catch & then release. Some fish to relax in our Creator's art. God's canvas brings us peace. As we hold this life force within our own two hands, It's up to us to free that fish, or cook it in a frying pan. If I decide to keep this fish & take it's life away, I take it's life reverently & before we eat that fish, we pray. We thank God for all the miracles of fish to meats on land or sea, From fruit to nuts, peas to melons; all here to set our taste buds free. We thank God for everything we smell, touch, taste, hear, sense & see. For the Gifts to talk & walk, & sing praises unto Thee. We are grateful for every living thing: mammals to birds, shrimp to fish. We thank God for Jesus the Christ. He grants us each worthy wish.
