Thought
Rippling whispering gurgling flow
In forest glades brooks babbling go
Cascading froth o’er rocky weir
Then flows on with water clear
No obstacles will stop the surge
No fallen leaves or moss will purge
With logs or boulders in the way
Streams stream on, not long to stay
Evolving nature’s powerful thrust
From inside its glory must
Manifest, with trivial time delays,
More quickly so for one who prays
Prayer
O Lord may my love surge in me as it surges from thee. As water is life, so you are my life. Keep my heart pure that you may unfold yourself in me in thine own time and at thy own pace.
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