Wednesday, October 7, 2009

On the Surface

On the surface we toss flowers
Rivers flow, calm and serene
We smile and say ‘how are you’
Rain falls down, the grass is green
On the surface we paint pictures
Keep the thorns and weeds at bay
On the surface, what a cover
For the truth that’s tucked away

On the surface we’re ‘nice people’
On the surface, thin disguise
Not a flicker or a ripple
In our painted mask of lies
On the surface, lazy rivers
But beneath its currents pull
On the surface drifting flowers
But there’s One who knows in full

On the surface, flawless image
On the surface, silence cries
But there’s One above all others
Who sees through each vain disguise
On the surface, calm and lucid
Leaves drift on its tempered flow
Yet One sees beneath the surface
Watching every under-tow

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Janet Martin

As water reflects a man's face,
so a man's heart reflects the man. Prov.27:19

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