The Pond

The Pond

Some goldfish swan in twiggy light inside a garden pond

while morning ducks splashed all about, which made me think beyond

of galaxies spread far and wide too vast to comprehend

and protons circling a spot with no apparent end

It seemed too much for me to know

too small to say I knew

was there somehow a God who held 

this all within His view?

I pondered this for many years while laying on my bed

cried out unto the mystery for insight to be shed

my answer then was silence back, it roared within my brain

must we be made to live and die, with death nothing to gain?

Then brightness shone through leafless trees upon that primal scene

a different view of flesh and stone, showing a golden mean

one could not know by measuring the width that lay before

or pace it out and understand what futures were in store

We must accept by simple faith, just like the common man

to find the Maker of all hearts who gave all life its plan

and so on knees surrendered I - deep pride and filthy sin

asked Jesus to forgive it all and make His home within

Dear friend believe me when I say that light shone through my fog

the Lord my God revealed Himself and saved me from the bog

now life is simple as some fish who dart as they respond

and happy as an early bird atop this garden pond

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