In nature’s season of pomp and fanfares
Her swollen creeks and answered prayers
Rejoicing in all of love’s fed fountain
The warming ices cascade down the mountain
Singing over every pebble they pass
Listen, can you hear their gushing laughs?
The heart of the patient icicle
Flowing forth its truth now musical
Running its course, a cursive font,
“The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want.”
Its shining face a bright chrome thread
The spirit upon the wet pine forest-bed
Freed from frozen winter’s silent Quiver
Come and drink from the loquacious river!
The dancing of the waters with the forest-glades
Streams through verdant valleys as silver braids
Lifting the indigo mountainsides above:
Great joy have they which live the law of love.
©2017, Amaya Engleking
(Adapted from last year’s Runoff and Psalm Meditation)
Image Credit: “Blue Cool Creek” Ellen Dittebrandt
At dVerse today we raft the mighty river, or canoe down a gentle stream, whichever floats your boat.