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God's Little Pond
by louis gander God's great creation's message is one word that never moans - as sounds of water capture me now flowing over stones. A stream of endless water smoothed and brightened every one - while winding down around a bend reflecting morning sun. The little stream just seems to know exactly where to go. The clear fresh water trickles on. I watch it curve and flow. Between some flowers beautiful that set on fragile stems, it finds its way into God's pond where only man condemns. Three little ducklings make their way while mother swims beside. The water ripples in their wake across to other side. Some red-winged blackbirds curtsy when on cat-tail tops alight. They sit a-spell while cat-tails bow and then again take flight. Under a branch of waving leaves as I sit here below, I contemplate serenity as waters come and go. The birds are chirping happily in never ending song - yet here I sit among the pure, where I do not belong. So tranquil God's creation is, so simple and so frail - unlike life that I complicate where I so often fail. I'm lost inside God's special world while bright red card'nal sings. The breeze picks up and starts to blow - just as my cell phone rings. But I can't tear myself away. The ringing, I ignore - for God has blessed with sights and sounds and fragrances galore. Man's evil gaze can take his eyes off God's creative ways - but I, for one, will always be repentant of my days. I sit among the Butterflies of which I have grown fond. They flutter 'round the wild flowers next to God's little pond. God's great creation's message is one word that never moans. That word is 'peace' so I'm content now flowing over stones. Copyright 2021 by louis gander. Poetry for sermons, story poems and more... If you love story poems, then you'll love ganderpoems.org / no ads, no sign-up, no tracking. Just free inspirational poetry. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |