Poetry

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Rocks and streams
Images floating like
Beautiful dreams.

New ways and peaceful days
Soft loving light
Wind and verdant trees having their say

Silence is the music playing
Unlike any other
This orchestra of nothing braying

Look at the keys of this silent piano
Look at the beauty of this pianist
Creator is his name, Almighty is He called

Like music, like water his graces flow
Peace, love, supreme goodness and more he sows
Watch as spirit abounds and as he plays his instrument
There comes forth more than sound

Look as green beauties sprout from his ground
These things we cannot see with any of our senses
Only with hearts and souls can we find them
Even then we cannot touch them, they can only touch us

Shh no don’t run, don’t rush
Its ok watch the waters flow
Let peace come, let it be your activity and joy
Let it be your plot and ploy

Relax and let go, why fight that which is good and true
Let the music, the water, the spirit carry you
There is something more than nature hear
In this place with neither hatred nor fear

Of more worth than gold, of tales of conquest of old
Is this grace that the plays in present times and ancient days
So, let go in this forest of life, let go of hatred and spite
What good is sadness? what does it do, but crush the soul

A stream it will form, send you on your way
Days of joy and laughter it will give you
Through hard times and trials, it will carry you
Should you need rest and your soul is tired
To God and His heart you may retire

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