THE STREAM-Chapter I-Part three
Once upon a September even
a mother read the Psalms
to her daughter, then they prayed.
Afterwards they stood together
on the porch.
And they gazed down through
the frosted moon light
to their canyon stream.
"Oh Mama", she pointed, "look!"
"Its like a necklace, yes."
Yes and yes and yes!
While they watched it glistened.
While they watched it gleamed,
winding through the breaks
beyond the trees
...as far as they could see.
"Father in Heaven," she whispered
later, upon her bed,
after she had prayed for Mom and Dad and all,
and told Him in her sweetest way
her love for him was pure.
"I thank you for the answer to my prayers."
God's breeze smiled out through His meadow
after visiting Beth there
God's stream chuckled in the darkness
at an owl,
sparkling like diamonds
in the full moon's glow,
winding through her Father's kingdom
to His river far below.
"Oh Father in Heaven I love you so!"
This first narative poem: THE STREAM, written for our daughter Mary in 1985 would not be complete without the introductory remarks to her, written then and included now in this Gather presentation.
By William R. Dickgraber
When we become born again we are a part of the family of God and with this relationship is the gift of spiritual sight. None but the child of God can understand spiritual things.
In His Creation around us we are priveleged to see the wonderous design of the Master Craftsman yet we see more than that, we see the Divine hand of providence, and even more than that, the hand of sovereignty and power. In the midst of it like a jewel is the Church. Like a sun, everything spins around his chosen ones and this is because we are the bride of His Son.
You will understand more and more of this as you grow in years and in maturity in Christ. I love you Mary, with all my heart, yet never, never with Our Father's love!
Dad/ Christmas 85