A poem reflecting on Johnson Canyon Lower Falls in the Canadian Rockies. Written on 23 September 2021 during a cross-country trip. This poem is heavily formatted and will not display correctly on a phone screen in portrait mode. Landscape mode should be okay. If the display does not seem correct, try viewing it this image format instead.
The streams
of Your mercy
flow ever on,
inexhaustible,
from Your holy mountain.
In
places
they
crash
like
thunder,
striking
fear
and
wonder
in the
hearts
of men.
In others they flow gently,
soothing and refreshing the weary.
May Your streams of mercy flow
over me, carving channels through this
limestone heart that I may be
a conduit of Your grace.