Ripple
This entry was posted on 3/29/2010 8:02 AM and is filed under Writing.
By Mark Miner
As a finger in the water leaves a ripple quickly gone
So my life in all its order may alight as night at dawn
Thus I do not cling too tightly to the baubles all about
And I thank my Maker nightly for dissolving any doubt
that my days fly like a shadow, and they wither as the grass,
and the reddest of my battles will grow cold and it will pass
If I look upon the heavens, see the stars all whirling round,
If I lay my face to earth and smell the growth within the ground,
I give praise to God who made them, who laid their pillars down,
who founded them and staid them, made them glories of His crown,
and I know that I will perish, and am nothing in their sight,
but upon the ground I cherish, and beneath the jeweled night
I will live my life for glory (not to us, O Lord, to thee),
I will spin it out, a story, 'til the end of it and me.
