The Wondrous Stream
Consistently, you move along,
winding in and out,
gliding with stealth and grace-
a stream that began
so narrow and small, but
grew to a wondrous length.
With a weave of branchlets,
jutting everywhere,
joining in freely from
the most powerful
central source, you gift your
constant, gushing song.
Oh, great rushing stream,
you are the sacred life
that feeds this precious place
where you flow, day after day,
with steady, pulsing ripples
from your core.
From an endless surge, you
and your tiny streamlets
nourish well this host.
Oh, sweet gift of life!
I am alive- by your full stream
of rich, flowing blood.
Sandra M. Haight
~3rd Place~
Contest: Strand Special 11
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 12/29/2019
~3rd Place~
Premiere Contest: Intensity ~ Theme Stream
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Judged: 04/25/2019
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2019
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