Guided by Grace No. 8
What The Waters Know - a poem
What The Waters Know This is a new world we have yet to learn its language New soil for seeds that haven’t taken root New songs from birds whose wings yet soar A new day is upon us one the winds have not heard We all carry with waiting our breath for what is to come The waters know The trees stand still Because what remains Is what is done Who knows what the new world holds if not the old one birthed by the Sun Who knows what the flowers need if the waters have yet to come
Recognizing the world renews. Here for it ❤️