O still I shall flow
This poem was written in response to the following prompt from The Rabbit Room's Poetry Hours session:
'Our interaction with God's creation is recursive. God made a good creation, but it wasn't perfect in the sense that it was complete. It was always meant to be increased by his image bearers. In a sense, the calling of all humans, and artistic sub-creators, is to use our God-given gifts to multiply and refract the beauties, the goodness, and the truths we encounter in God's creation. That, in turn, multiplies the goodness of what he has made.'
O still I shall flow
O how I flow in love for you,
As the wind still tousles my hair.
O how the breeze blows a message for you
As I inhale the salty sea air.
The crags of your mountains,
The soft morning dew
The sound of your voice as you call me to you.
In inclining my ears
To the coming of your years
And a trust which is daily made new.
O how I flow in love for you,
As the sun still speckles my skin.
O how her rays shine a warm glow for you
As I remember that we are but kin.
The thundering roars,
The stings of cold rain
A tapestry of your riches we’ve gained.
In opening our palm
To receive natures harsh charm
And a faith which cannot be mislaid.
O how I flow in love for you,
As the ground still holds up my feet.
O how the grass offers sweet scents for you
And nightly Earths slumber I’ll meet.
The silvery moon
The plethora of stars,
An installation of jewels I shall always regard.
I harken my antennae
To Gods creation within I
And the truth that He made us His art.
