but I’ve known a quiet stream,
I’ve seen it catch the sunshine,
and I’ve heard it as it seemed
to hold the wisdom of its Maker
clear within its golden gleam.
- I’ve never seen the ocean,
but I’ve known a drop of dew.
I’ve seen it on the rosebud
and I know it holds a view
of worlds so wide and wonderful
that I must seek them too.
- I’ve never seen the heavens
from the Master’s point of view.
But I’ve seen a gleam of starlight
on a meadow, silvery blue.
And I know these things I’ve looked upon
the Master noticed, too!
c. Donna Swanson, from Splinters of Light







