F L O W {a poem}

Praise God from whom all blessings flow


Flow like tears,

Flow like rivers crashing

Flow like floodwater rising

Gifts divine sometimes

Don’t look like gifts

At all from here

Some blessings flow like

Blood and tears they

Flow like rain

And sweat

Some blessings flow through brokenness

Through suffering through

Darkness encroaching

Praise God

Praise Him still

Praise Him in it and

Praise Him for it!

Praise God who

Out of rock poured out

A desert blessing

To flow

Could it be? That

The wandering

The thirst

The longing pain first

He will use

To make His blessings whole?

Erin Rain GautierComment