The Spirit’s Stillness
Caroline Eyring Miner
God’s masterpiece, Iguassu Falls, demands
The spirit’s stillness, savoring silence, too.
The mighty water thunders and commands
And I stand mute. Eternity shines through,
As emerald-amber streaked, the living stream
Plunges in shattered glass and silver spray,
Rising in mist like bride’s illusive dream.
Glass beads spill on the mossy footstool where
Embroidered eyelet flounces endless weave
Hypnotic trances of this sunlit hair
So silvery bright that falling, falling leaves
This memory in tropic jungle green,
Where the majesty and power of God are seen.