Saturday, May 6, 2017

The Brook

The brook after all the rain this week.
This is how it usually looks!

It seemed like a good day to re-post my poem that was inspired by this little brook.

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.

People see our hearts,
God's grace flowing through us
In dry times and storms
When we get it right
And even when we mess everything up, 
How our Father turns things for good.
We'll never know all the lives we'll touch
Because of His river of life.

Karen Rice


Mildred said...

Good Morning, Sister. Such a beautiful poem. The stream is really overflowing from your rain this past week. We have sunshine this morn, but it is very cool and there is a chance of aft. rain! Are you watching Derby today??

Brenda said...

Lovely poem Karen, with very true words in it. said...

Beautiful pictures and beautiful poem....Have a blessed day.

Sandra said...

beautiful poem and I like the brook either way, rushing or barely moving. I wish you could channel some of that brook into our yard..

Patsy said...

That is way to much water---like we are about to have. Mississippi
is rinsing from to much rain up state.

Mary Hutchins said...

Your poems are always wonderful! The little brook looks like a little raging river!!

Lowcarb team member said...

That was a lot of rain ...
I do like the words in your poem
'We'll never know all the lives we'll touch
Because of His river of life'

My good wishes for the weekend, may it be a peaceful one.

All the best Jan

L. D. said...

Wonderful poem. Streams can grow in size from a heavy rain. Sometimes the rain is far up stream but it still fills the banks down below. Great insight with your words.

Nonnie said...

That is a wonderful poem. I love to see the rushing water in a brook like this when it's raining, but only if there is no danger. It can take you away. I like simply wading in a nice, cool, clear creek.

Carla from The River said...

Beautiful poem ... thank you for sharing.

Pamela M. Steiner said...

What a perfect poem...thank you for sharing it. Makes me think more about a friend of mine who said that she feels like she has nothing to live for...if her daughter does not get well...and I prayed with her that she would see how much value her life holds for so many...she doesn't know how much her life affects others and how much others admire her strength. Pray for my friend Marion. She is in a difficult place in her life and needs to see the Lord's hand in every part...holding her and lifting her up. Thank you for this just made me think about our conversation...

Rose said...

That is a beautiful poem...and that stream looks like the ones around here looked. Today they are within their least the smaller ones. I didn't pass by and see the river today.

Red Rose Alley said...

This is a wonderful poem, Karen. I liked it very much.


Connie said...

Wow, the water is really high in that brook. Beautiful poem. Thank you for sharing it.

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