When I Was a River

Another poem I’d like to share, this time by Ancient Skies:

Rivers Renewed

100_1053When I was a river I didn’t mind the rapids, the turbulence

carrying me further, around the rocks

up and over,

beyond, what was possible,

I was always moving.

And now that I’m a lake

I go deeper,

and deeper still

into the peace,

in the depths

of the spirit.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

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