My life has flowed
like a river
meandering  its way
to a distant ocean.

I am but a leaf
Carried in its streams.
As the ocean becomes closer
I can see the depths of the water.
clearly like the details of a painting.

And on the clarity of the river bed,
Even a single washed smooth pebble.
has a place and a meaning.
Like my soul will have
When the river
Reaches the sea,