That Which Flows Also Delivers

Every poet's muse is circumscribed in her wanderings, and may be well said to haunt some favorite spring or mountain. - Thoreau

i love the river

blessed almsgiver

its wise innocence

its restrained power

its solace at any time and any hour

sanctifying, high tower 

its wealth split 'tween two banks

continually donating a sense of thanks

the way it reflects the sun, moon and stars

as it whispers to me, "this time and life is ours"

fascinating me

creating a sense of longing

a sense of belonging

prolonging

holding not malice nor capable of wrongdoing

i crave it with a purpose of wooing

taking me anywhere i wish to go and back again

teaching me all that i desire to know as i wander its glen

allowing me to take life in stride

bestowing 'pon me a sense of distinct pride

baptizing me over and over

granting me closure

with its everflowing, soft-spoken glide

as i hold its hand like a virgin bride

and to think ...

all without leaving its side

Author's Note

"If rivers come out of their icy prison thus bright and immortal, shall not I too resume my spring life with joy and hope?" - Thoreau

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Everything to like about this post. I grooved to the music, it suited my mood. I admired the icy image of the river in winter and I was carried on the flow of your words. I have such an affinity with rivers Pete. Live really close to the banks of the Thames.

Chris

[Pete]

lucky you for your proximity to the Thames. it troubles me what man has done to them. a small river runs right past where I live. there is so much wildlife. I've always marveled at its beauty. I feel complete and at peace around it. there is something about nature that makes words insufficient to describe.ê