Garden of Liquid Flowers




         Rain falls like a garden of liquid flowers,
        Dancing on the ground.
        Fallen leafs leave naked trees,
        And silence quietly steps in.
        But in the stillness of the darkening hour,
        Footsteps softly come close.
        And I know He's coming to save me,
        From the cold grip of my fear.
        Whatever makes Him love me like He does,
        I guess this I'll never know.
        But the still, quiet footsteps of my LORD,
        Never cease to be my guide.
        When the rain falls like a garden of liquid flowers,
        And life quietly steps in.

        The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.
        He makes me to lie down in green pastures;
        He leads me beside the still waters.
        He restores my soul;
        He leads me in the paths of righteousness For His name's sake.
        Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
        I will fear no evil;
        For You are with me;
        Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.
        You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies;
        You anoint my head with oil;
        My cup runs over.
        Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me
        All the days of my life;
        And I will dwell in the house of the LORD
        Forever.


      Psalm 23 NKJV





      One misty evening, one another's guide,
      We two were groping down a Malvern side
      The last wet fields and dripping hedges home.
      There came a moment of confusing lights,
      Such as according to belief in Rome
      Were seen of old at Memphis on the heights
      Before the fragments of a former sun
      Could concentrate anew and rise as one.
      Light was a paste of pigment in our eyes.
      And then there was a moon and then a scene
      So watery as to seem submarine;
      In which we two stood saturated, drowned.
      The clover-mingled rowan on the ground
      Had taken all the water it could as dew,
      And still the air was saturated too,
      Its airy pressure turned to water weight.
      Then a small rainbow like a trellis gate,
      A very small moon-made prismatic bow,
      Stood closely over us through which to go.
      And then we were vouchsafed a miracle
      That never yet to other two befell
      And I alone of us have lived to tell.
      A wonder! Bow and rainbow as it bent,
      Instead of moving with us as we went
      (To keep the pots of gold from being found),
      It lifted from its dewy pediment
      Its two mote-swimming many-colored ends
      And gathered them together in a ring.
      And we stood in it softly circled round
      From all division time or foe can bring
      In a relation of elected friends.
      Iris by Night
      by Robert Frost - 1936




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