The River

Looking down from the bridge at the river below
Remembering a lifetime and so many years ago
When the river was raging
Cutting deep into the rocky shoreline
Marking its time
Gouging an indelible mark
In the hardened stone clad walls

The water meanders through the gentle twists now
Washing away the sediment finding its way somehow
The current seems so calming
As water grinds stone to make sand in time
Coarse becomes fine
Softening the edges of the bank
Of the river down below

We must follow currents that allows us to forgive
For the rocky shore never allows us to really live
Small stones must be buried
By the sand that’s created as we grow
Water must flow
Never allowing the bed to dry
In the river to our soul

Copyright © 2014 Mr. Flying Pig

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