This poem came to me as I was, resting, during a hike along, Salmon creek, near my home. Rock
As I lay beside the gentle rill, I spied a trout go by it stopped and turned upstream waiting to inhale a water spider or dine on an unsuspecting, fly
It didn't chase it's prey, swimming to and fro it just lie there in suspended animation knowing food would come it's way with the water's steady flow
Like the provision of the, water in that mountain stream God's bounty will surely come your way if you but turn in His direction and let His life giving water, provide your needs while keeping your instinct to feed the lusts of the flesh, in control and at bay
"The Spirit and the bride say, "Come!" And let him who hears say, "Come!" Whoever is thirsty, let him come; and whoever wishes, let him take the free gift of the water of life"~~ Rev 22:17
this is a wonderful poem. I like the God's bounty come on your way... turn His direction to take the drink He gives is all you need.
God bless you have a nice day
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
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Love Tinka
God bless you have a nice day
Following God's direction will feed your soul, always.
God bless you,
Kathy
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Life giving water: will never thirst. :)