Our lives are as the raindrop to the river —
We falter, and we tumble; We are lost
And in the tumult cling to one another —
Enslaved by riverbanks, the river roiling
Is rain-lashed in a torrent — We are tossed
And buffeted amidst the turmoiled boiling —
Atop the foaming surface, battles rage
As brother battles brother for the sun —
Relenting, flowing, falling to a cage
In murky depths, with blissful recollection
Of cloudless skies afore the rivers run,
We cling to hope to someday rejoin Heaven.
Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 7:52 PM UTC
Our lives are as the raindrop to the river —
We falter, and we tumble; We are lost
And in the tumult cling to one another —
Enslaved by riverbanks, the river roiling
Is rain-lashed in a torrent — We are tossed
And buffeted amidst the turmoiled boiling —
Atop the foaming surface, battles rage
As brother battles brother for the sun —
Relenting, flowing, falling to a cage
In murky depths, with blissful recollection
Of cloudless skies afore the rivers run,
We cling to hope to someday rejoin Heaven.
