It's good to float.
riding the river
Carried along like a broken branch down the river through life,
I am without care.
For I am certain that this journey was perfectly designed for me
when I chose to break away and fall into the arms of the beauty and bounty of this amazing, life-giving, holder of all truth.
So here I am, upon the currents,
moving and stopping, along the way
to gather with those who are also on their journeys in this river.
Sometimes, we gather together,
a mass of us, all clogged up, close and crowded.
We become as one.
We share what we have with one another:
What we have carried.
Sometimes we leave them.
Sometimes we transfer them.
Other times the river carries them all away.
We, too, are separated and carried far from one another.
Each of us on our own current.
In the course of my journey,
I lose and gather and gather and lose.
Whatever the river brings and takes is what I accept.
It is the way of Truth...
It is the way of Life...
It is the Way...
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2017-06-11 at 04:57
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