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”.navigation