the lake

I came upon a lake one day
whilst walking in the hills
in a secret valley it lay
far from the village mills

the lake the sky did softly hold
the painted face of a merciful God
to get lost in the surface wonder
is to miss the depths of what is under
life, life is there in all it's form
free, not trapped and safe from storm
i went every day to that hidden lake
my thirst for peace for to slake

in that valley some force does dwell
some echo of paradise found
it is not for me to break the spell
cast daily without a sound