The sound of the river
like the rush of winter rain,
mountain water flowing
over ancient stones,
speaking the old story.
The long line father to son
generation upon generation,
and forward in the expectant glance
of grandsons with their tender courage.
The river says our greatest strength
is our deepest vulnerability,
the many times we’re beat upon the rocks
the music we make in the circle of life,
supporting the arc of humanity to lift and float
upon the oceans of change and renewal.
The river speaks to this mystery
living in our hearts,
as it does in the flowing water,
singing the voice of the mountains
through the forest
to the vast and timeless sea.
Beautiful.