God's great creation's message is

one word that never moans -

as sounds of water capture me

now flowing over stones.

A stream of endless water smoothed

and brightened every one -

while winding down around a bend

reflecting morning sun.

The little stream just seems to know

exactly where to go.

The clear fresh water trickles on.

I watch it curve and flow.

Between some flowers beautiful

that set on fragile stems,

it finds its way into God's pond

where only man condemns.

Three little ducklings make their way

while mother swims beside.

The water ripples in their wake

across to other side.

Some red-winged blackbirds curtsy when

on cat-tail tops alight.

They sit a-spell while cat-tails bow

and then again take flight.

Under a branch of waving leaves

as I sit here below,

I contemplate serenity

as waters come and go.

The birds are chirping happily

in never ending song -

yet here I sit among the pure,

where I do not belong.

So tranquil God's creation is,

so simple and so frail -

unlike life that I complicate

where I so often fail.

I'm lost inside God's special world

while bright red card'nal sings.

The breeze picks up and starts to blow -

just as my cell phone rings.

But I can't tear myself away.

The ringing, I ignore -

for God has blessed with sights and sounds

and fragrances galore.

Man's evil gaze can take his eyes

off God's creative ways -

but I, for one, will always be

repentant of my days.

I sit among the Butterflies

of which I have grown fond.

They flutter 'round the wild flowers

next to God's little pond.

God's great creation's message is

one word that never moans.

That word is 'peace' so I'm content

now flowing over stones.