THE RIVER

A parabolic channel through a land most desolate.
Darkness cordoned by vivid reflection of light and moonlight.
The river, cloaked in humility, stimulates.
Canines cry.
Stars dance.
Wind persuades.
And a whole town is laid silent

What will be seen tonight?
What will be heard?

The memories are thick.
A glance is all that is needed to make present out of the past.
Nothing is repeated.
Repetition is pointless.
For the blessings are new each day.

It is a step off the path of the world.
It is a pause to consider eternity.
A thankful heart develops within.
This is truly where I received everlasting life and love from God.

I leave. The river will still be here when I return.