The Stream of Life

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Oh Stream of Life! the violet springs
But once beside thy bed;
But one brief summer, on thy path,
The dews of heaven are shed.
Thy parent fountains shrink away,
And close their crystal veins,
And where thy glittering current flowed
The dust alone remains.
~from William Cullen Bryant’s last poem “The Stream of Life”

 

A seed may land in lush green
or a narrow crack of the pavement.
Only a dewy touch from above
will yield blooms from dry rock.
May my dusty soul be bathed
and blossom.

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One thought on “The Stream of Life

  1. Thank you, Emily

    Two of my all-time favorite Scripture passages are The Parable of the Sower (Kingdom) and the Road to Emmaus (discipleship). To project a beautiful graphic example as you have done here with the Sower makes the familiar metaphor come alive.

    And — what one of us cannot honestly admit that our souls do become dusty from lack of prayer and the world’s distractions and require frequent bathing from the Gardner’s eternal Spring in order to blossom and bear fruit?

    For the first time reading your posts, I read and followed the Tags and found them most helpful as a cross reference.

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