Wednesday, April 2, 2014

April 2 - The Falls

The Falls
by Tom King

I found them in a quiet place
Where no one ever goes.
Where you have to cut a path
If you have a mind to find them.
I lay down upon the bank 
And listened for a while
To the symphony that God plays
Upon instruments designed by Him.

And in that solitude I saw
The winter ice returning
Down effervescent cataracts
A thousand miles to go,
Until at last some distant sea
Its arms spread welcoming
Will take the errant droplets and
Give them up again for snow.

© 2014

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