Feet in the River
Arrive at the River that runs from the Mountain
and feel the Current on my feet.
Come every season without questions
of the height of the peak
or complaints of summer's drought.
Step in without pomp or possession
only what was in the First Boat
on the Voyage of Truth.
And yet the labor has taken its toll.
The baskets are gathered
though the hold is deplete.
But there is a new understanding of Love
and River refreshes my feet.
Sunday, July 23, 2006
Feet in the River
This is a different river--yet as sweet.
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nice & thanks
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ReplyDeletewonderful! I'm in St. Louis this week and today I went to look at the Mississippi. I come here each year or so, but it never tires me.
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