“The River”
by
Jeffrey G. Grisamore
There is a river that I visit
It gives me peace and patience
It knows who I am
In the full moon of the evening and the half light of the morning
Its waters are my balm
It is beautiful and passionate and understanding
I didn’t expect to see you there - I didn’t know what to say
I didn’t get a glimpse of your face
As hard as I strained
But I know it was you
The voice, the smell
The river has the story of all mankind written on its banks
and under its rocks
I can’t read it
But I am faithful
I bathe in its waters and am born anew in its spirit
It reminds me of you