Reflections

Down by the shore, on jutting rocks,
We sat and gazed upon the view
Which stretched like rare and perfect art
In gorgeous green, dark brown and blue.

The glassy lake reflected well:
The trees and grasses decked with dew,
The clean white house on further side,
The birds which swift and quiet flew.

While gazing silently, we thought
Of how our hearts are mirrors too,
Reflecting qualities of God—
If we are trusting Him and true;

But when we fail to rest in Him,
Our fainting hearts become perturbed;
They then cannot reflect so well,
Nor could the lake, when winds disturbed.

Poems of the Way

E'EN sorrow, touched by heaven, grows bright
With more than rapture's ray,
As darkness shows us worlds of light
We never saw by day.

Poems of Dawn