Beneath the Boughs
Beneath the boughs here I sit,
Watching the waters stream by
Jagged rocks dot yon river bed,
Yet the waters ripple on.
Winding, meandering, undeterred,
Directly on their way, they go.
Discouraged not, nor wearied,
As o’er stony hurdles, they flow.
For, like us, these waters do move onward,
Resolute, firm and ever enthused.
Yes, life is like that,
Just think and reflect…
Life’s akin the river, the brook, the stream, and…
Despite the crests and troughs, gushes on, mightily.
And so we thank Ye for this blessed treasure,
Ah, the precious, sacred Gift of Life.
Aye, beneath the boughs here I sit—in peace, contented
‘neath His blessings of a hearty, happy day.
Maloquacious © 2012