Today as I went walking along a nearby wooded walking path, the sound of the nearby creek inspired me for this week's Wednesday's Word: Water
Snow melts in the mountians, cascades its way down
to the feilds and flowers like a shimering gown.
It trickles a tune, like a flute as it flows
over pebbles and boulders, and green things it grows.
It sounds like a song sung to lull me to sleep,
to evoke emotion, make me wonder and weep.
How can something so simple as water in motion,
drown out the dribble of man-made commotion,
and paint a picture that life is glorious and grand?
I'm sure it has something to do with the Creator's hand.