The splashing water in the fountain sings

The splashing water in the fountain sings
Like murmuring streamlets as from hills they spring
When I close my eyes I seem to be
By the road to Dent from Ingleby

In a river pool,  the water shone.
A breeze of ripples  swum this ocean
The limestone crags like bibles speak to me
A parable of images I see.

And as we climb up to the  ancient town
A whirlwind rages, wills to knock us down
Yet God did not appear in raging storms
But by a still small voice, his words were borne.

So this fountain is in miniature
A holy place where new thoughts spring up pure.

 

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About Katherine

I like art, poetry,history, literature,cooking,doing nothing to music.And conversation
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