Let the sea resound, and everything in it,
the world, and all who live in it.
Let the rivers clap their hands,
Let the mountains sing together for joy.
-King David, Psalm 98:7&8
Thanks for fish and fishing,
For wool socks and gloves,
And tin cups of coffee,
For hunting and fishing partners
Like W.L. Gore, A.W. Danner, and C.C. Filson.
For rutting bucks and bulls and full curl rams
For mud flats, flood plains, rim rock, and ridge tops,
And alpine meadows and muskeg bogs,
Headwaters, tributaries, tailouts,
sloughs, seams, pockets, and pools,
And high tide and low tide and high tide and low tide…
Thanks for roe and redds and riffles;
Spring migrations, Fall runs,
The light in June,
And the night in Winter.
For tannic lakes and glacial lakes
And phosphorescence in the bay,
For cedar, spruce, and hemlock–
Ancient giants still alive–
For the Aurora and thunder
And the rain that brings the river back to itself.
Thanks for safe passage overland,
For birds in the hand,
Fish for the pan,
And wood for the fire.
Thank you Lord for this life,
And for giving me
The need to fish
Until my arms can’t hold a rod,
To hunt until I cannot see to hunt,
And to watch and walk
Until I reach Your shore.
*This updated post appeared in its original form here two years ago.