Stillness

When springtime comes the water flows
With no intent, that’s how it goes;
But water flowing from first drip
To roaring stream can cause a bit –

Of trouble as it comes your way –
It finds the leaks, while sunny days
Add to the pent-up springtime flood,
Before the garden turns to mud.

When springtime comes with sudden melt,
A crisis-time for weeks is felt;
But there’s a spot of stillness here,
Twixt winter’s cold with skies so clear –

And breakup, with its runoff time,
And warmer days of fun sublime;
Where stillness reigns as if to warn
Of days ahead; of coming storm.

The thought which satisfies my need
For calm as well, is law of seeds
And harvest-time – the crop is in;
The preps are done; let spring begin.

And high above this earthly scene,
Where righteousness, not mean and mean,
Are standard for life’s very best,
Christ intervenes at our behest –

But does so way ahead of us,
Preferring not to act ’midst fuss
Of crisis, where no preps are done,
Forethought’s lived out – “Thy kingdom come”.

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