Thought
Rippling whispering gurgling flow
In forest glades brooks babbling go
Cascading froth over rocky weir
And then flows on with water clear.
No obstacles will stop the surge,
Nor fallen leaves or moss will purge.
With logs or boulders in the way
Streams stream on, not long to stay.
Evolving natures powerful thrust
From within its Divine 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 You. As water is life, so You are my life. Unfold Yourself in Your own time and at Your own pace.