Waterfall ©
John McCormick
Bass Lake, Ontario, Canada
2003
A tumble of rocks
To a garden pool,
My innovation.
My Eden.
Placed,
Not by chance,
But by my labour.
As I now
Gaze
In contemplation
At how little I have done.
I’m awed
By the beauty
Of all
Creation.
He
Must have pondered
Long on the design
And in the placing,
Of a work so fine
And great as His.
The stones I used,
The petals on a flower,
Each feather
On a bird.
Such wonder
Cannot be denied.
‘Cause if I’d left
My stones unturned,
They never would
Have gathered
In any order,
Around my little falls.
They still
Would be
A random border
Around Bass Lake,
Though placed
By Him.
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