The Waterfall - Poem by Denis Martindale
Transfixed by the splendours picturesque,
Stuck dumb in amazement, statuesque...
Moistened by droplets, I stood and I stared,
Surveying the spectacle Jesus had shared...
Perpetual motion, Christ’s cycle of life...
The prayer that God answered to help Man survive...
Refreshed in the dropp zone, eyes cleansed in God's shower -
Absorbing the Cosmos, its patterns of power,
Its grace and its grandeur compressed to this scene -
The waterfall foaming, now oxygen-clean...
A radiant rainbow shines jewels in the sun,
Its arc full of colours so expertly spun.
Great rocks rest resplendent, transcended by love...
To God be the glory, the Creator above...
I entered the water, in reverence to Christ -
Alone, mid the fulness, forgiven, baptised...
New life bubbling over, my spirit reborn,
Embracing the Saviour the world chose to scorn...
Thrice-blessed, bathed in beauty, prophetic, divine...
Now bonded forever, Lord Jesus is mine!
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