Water of Gladness May the love of the Lord, And the beauty of His creation, Become a river and a stream, That they may flow through your heart, And fill it overfull With the water of gladness.
(Previously published in Whispers Magazine.)
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Strange Act
An old man now,
I watch to see
Which way the wind
Will blow,
And though I
Sometimes hope I'm wrong,
I'm thinking that I know.
The Book talked of the time
We live in now,
A long, long time ago.
The players are in place
On stage,
The play seems set
To start,
And as the end approaches,
Each will do his part,
To bring to pass
This last strange act
Written long ago,
All witnesses will be in awe,
Even those who know.
Bruce Mundhenke has worked as a laborer and a registered nurse. He lives in a small
town in Illinois with his wife and their dog and cat. He sees in nature beauty, revelation,
and inspiration.