Thursday, November 27, 2014


I stand on the footbridge 
Listening to the gurgling brook
Rippling over rocks, then
Disappearing around the bend.
Not knowing where it began 
Or where it ends
Or all the gaps
It fills along its way
Sometimes a trickle
Sometimes overflowing its banks.

Thirsty ones along life's way 
See the flow of the Spirit in your life,
In the storms and in the droughts
Whether you feel empowered
Or stuck in the mud.
How He turns things around for good.
You can't yet see all those you're reaching,
Refreshing, reviving,
Because of His river of life.
Karen Rice

Jesus said: "Whoever believes in Me, 
as the Scripture has said, 
Out of his heart will flow rivers of living water."
John 7:38

1 comment :

Daisy said...

This is a lovely poem, Karen! I really enjoyed this. Wishing you a Happy Thanksgiving.