Once upon a time, in a place far from civilization,

On a calm, clear lake, set amongst the hills,

Was a boat, floating in the night.

And on this boat was a fisherman,

With nothing but his pole in one hand

And a lantern in the other.

He sat in the stillness,

The boat barely rocking, the breeze blowing by,

As he watched the sun set,

The rays fading away from the trees

And the light leaving the water.

Yet the glow of the lantern wasn’t all he had.

The fisherman had Heaven’s light:

The stars,

Which pooled into a glittering galaxy

Far above his head, far beyond his reach.

They were reflected in the water around him.

He smiled and cast his line.

This fisherman never caught any fish.

He liked to think he caught the stars,

Whether overhead in the sky or beneath him on the lake.

If God wanted him to catch a fish,

The fisherman would have long ago.

Instead, the man had heaven.

God had given that to him.