wispers by moon light

Friday and Saturday…
I drove home and went to ALERT it only took me 1:20 min to dive the distance but I was glad for it to be over. There was a light turn out at ALERT but it was one of the best meeting I have been to. I have never given or received so much there before. At about 11pm, I went to the church camp out at woods reservoir. What I saw that night I never want to forget.
The moon rose full and giving light to the darkness. the water was like rippling glass and a small fire crackled before my feet. It was glorious… My dad and some of the other guys where out on a boat on the other side of the lake fishing and their joyful laughter merrily drifted across the water. I took a kayak and set out to meet them. My paddle kissed the water lightly as my craft speed on its silvered journey over the glassy waters. Only the soft moonlight guided my path and only the laughter of the water about my boat and the night song of the woods met my ear. I would be content to live the rest of my life in that moment.
Once I reached the middle of the lake my kayak tipped (the first time I have ever done that) I plunged into the refreshing water and found my self even more alive. When telling this tale many have thought it unfortunate to have tipped so, but I assure you it was a blessing through and through. For a minute I struggled trying to get my craft sea worthy once more but it was of little use by my self with out firm ground to stand upon. Since there was little use trying to get it to carry me I would have to carry it. I tied the bow of my kayak to my belt and set my life jacket under my shoulders to keep my head out of the water. I lifted my paddle once more to ply the waters.
The trip back was even more glories that the fist part. I felt the power of my arm and chest heave against the placid water and the war song on my breath vibrated through my body and caused the water to tremble about me. Worriers blood pored though my veins with magnificent intensity and strength. My eyes where fixed into the heavens where the moon and her stars glided through the clouds. The clouds took the shape of a sign, not merely an Imagined shape but a shape so clear and sharp that anyone on that night might have looked up and saw the same thing.
Such was the grace shown to me that night. Perhaps there will be a day I will speak of what was written in the sky that immortal night but not now.