There are times I turn to the river,
when life roils and churns like the rapids,
and I remember what the river has always
known when it heaves and ebbs, and runs
swiftly by, carrying broken branches just
as abraded stones appear as polished gems
Feb 12, 2022
Feb 12, 2022 at 9:39 AM UTC
There are times I turn to the river,
when life roils and churns like the rapids,
and I remember what the river has always
known when it heaves and ebbs, and runs
swiftly by, carrying broken branches just
as abraded stones appear as polished gems
