Arthur’s Light

Arthur has one of the softest souls I know.
He is quiet…
and patient in that stillness…
but the depth of what his eyes have seen
and his heart has weathered
have molded a profoundly philosophical soul
and mellowed into a peaceful countenance
which is a great comfort to sit next to
on a wooden bench
out in the garden
on a cool summer’s eve.

Or across the sofa from
in the log cabin living room
on a frosty winter’s night
where the fireplace warms our bodies
and the dry sack warms our souls…

and his wavy winter beard

gently lays on the fisherman knit
of this fisher of men.