‘A Lake St. Clair prayer’

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
I spend the day alone by Lake St. Clair. Wrote many new poems.


A Lake St. Clair prayer


I’m far from my first love. The Pacific ocean. The Pacific ocean stole my heart years ago and she made me yearn to be near her and wish to dance again with the free and wild waves.


Today I live in Michigan. The great lakes are near me and are very beautiful. Today I sit by Lake St. Clair. My eyes and mind bathing in the beauty of her vastness and movement. I watch the boats go by to the open lake. The people are content with the warm day and quiet lake.


I taught my grandchildren to love the water. I love to watch them dance and swim with the gentle waves. Today I’m alone. I wanted to ponder life and create a prayer. For Orlando, Paris and Brussels. Many people want revenge. Who do you kill? What revenge is enough? Maybe we need to pay attention to the people near us. I whispered a quiet prayer.



“Lake St. Clair is beautiful. I sat and ponder many things. I wonder what kind of world did I leave for my children and my grandchildren?


A eye for a eyes world will leave everyone dead” (Old quote from somewhere)


The Native Americans believe. “When the bear and wolf is gone. Man will follow.


We must stop the hurricane of hate and insanity. For the sake of all children in our world. Every child lost to war and hate. Was a light of life. This light could of saved us all.”


John Castellenas/Coyote