Grace

written April 1978, updated 2016 (This may be my only rhyming poem.)

Like a deepening stream, a new life unfolds.
Pebbles shifting at the bottom expose the gold.
Waters growing deeper run clean and clear and
Wash out the sediment that collects from each year.
Dancing on the surface, a rainbow of Love,
A spirit of shining brilliance is reflected from above.

Like the taste of sweet, cold water that lingers in the mouth,
This new life brings renewal as after a long drought.
I see it running steadily on to vaster, deeper regions
‘Til soon its waters pouring forth make up a mighty ocean.
Nothing now can stop the surge of its far-reaching tide:
This little stream becoming great if in its Source it will abide.