A free verse poem about the flow of life as a river. |
Life is a river. At its headwaters, it is small and gentle, slow flowing. As it proceeds downstream, it widens and deepens, with turbulence beginning to mar its glassy surface. For mile after mile, it rushes, sometimes calmly, smoothly, but at other times turning into raging white water, bubbling and churning until it opens once again into calm water. It nourishes others along the way and in turn draws needed sustenance from the many brooks and creeks that connect with it. There is harmony, a balance of forces in its flow. Sudden storms may erupt to send excessive runoff over its banks, temporarily flooding and harming those lands it serves … but patience sees its return to its peaceful path. Through rapids, over waterfalls, rising and falling with the rains or drought, it stays its course, consistent, dependable, tenacious. Finally, this river reaches the delta, where it spreads out as a sprawling, flat plain mixing with the saline of the sea. Here it slows its flow and, now spent, rests until disappearing into the abyss that consumes it. The calm of the eddies, the exhilaration of the rapids, the peril of the waterfalls, and the peace of the delta, all add richness to the river and makes each river unique. Please check out my ten books: http://www.amazon.com/Jr.-Harry-E.-Gilleland/e/B004SVLY02/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0 |