Premonition
Waterfall fill me
Holy Spring
Through me go
Take me to your niche
Where rainbows live
And die
And hard rocks sing the joys
Of overflow
Where downed trees lie
In sun shield shadows
Cooled by a moss-rich ditch
Take me there
And let us share
Awhile
The stunning loneliness of God
The awesome spectacle
And grace
Of Love’s glorious handiwork
And style
John Christopher
1989
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