Crisp, cool spring-fed river

Rushes on and on

Through this wood and down the hill

Noon and dusk and dawn

 

Birthed from stony earth

It pours as joyful tears

And bubbles up in constant giving

Through each season and every year

 

Stacked up stones cannot stop it

Neither root nor rotted log

A stagnant pool, you will not find

For this is living, and is no bog

 

Crisp, cool spring-fed water

Rushes down from above

It heals and soothes and grants great peace

This river of God’s Love

 

anthony forrest