A Touch of Godliness
O’er the eons rain fell mostly in the plain
And a great blue lake was heretofore born
But the surrounding peaks hungered for rain
Now they’re treeless, barren and forlorn
Yet cast against lake and sky in shades of blue
The snow-capped peaks exude serene majesty
Much like prayerful hands to Him that’s true
In a little corner of nature’s grand tapestry
The blue lake placid under the midday sun
And nary a ripple in its mirror-like surface
Till a tern swooped down, a silver fish won
But tranquility returns, in the afternoon haze!
A beautiful scene; the mountains and the lake
Peace and calm that invigorate the spirit
Be it noon or midnight, twilight or daybreak
A touch of Godliness that we wish to inherit!
© Vic Evora 05-09-2019
It may not be how the lake and the mountain peaks were formed, who knows. But it could be, so there!
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