THE WATERFALL
(CYNTHIA ABEGAIL)
Gush of water, loud yet serene,
Pure white, not creme or cashmere
Falls as regal as a blooming queen
Touches the ground like a king.
When I look at it's descent atop,
How abundant it's flow of rapt
Fluffy, icy and fiery as a lion
Spread like a splash of rayon!
Do you remember the Samaritan?
At the well offered water to the Son
Of the Father, if you only knew
You may have gazed like a doe!
Suddenly, heard a mighty voice,
The water I'll give you will be...
A spring of water eternally
Seems waterfall over the valley.
I looked again over the azure sky,
The light stroke a beam of dye
Water reflects a view from afar
As it dances softly to the lyre.
I turned aside to the river bed,
Wade through crystal not red
Soothing utmost spirit laden
As pure as ambient maidens.
Mystery! It never stopped falling
Through centuries, as I rowing
Where did it start, when it ends?
My finite mind tired at the bend!
Ah! waterfall -beauty and metaphor
Exude a radiance of your Creator
Plummet from above of nowhere
Unravelling as dawn nearly amber!
(ANOTHER BEAUTIFUL LITERARY GEM FROM OUR CYNTHIA. THANKS) NEW WORLD
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