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The river runs just as free
by Donald Standeford I know how doggedly and incessantly you searched, and now you've found the pearl of great worth; Even the wonders of a fine forest fail To produce the rood that holds the mystic nails. Pull on your corks, make ready the task, There's more than one valley in this mountain pass. So you fear death, Just think of it as life in disguise; we'll step right into new skin When our bodies die; Till then we'll ache When his heart aches, Feel the pain of each of our personal loss; So too we will share His throne. Ever hear of thunder Echoing in the soul? Even the coldest weeping heart Rekindled in fire From the holy stream, Reshapes you into another holier Being. In humility We drop sails to wind, Feel the rush Of nature's freedom Filling canvas, and in heaven There are so many people I want to see, And I'll know them For eternity; With those I knew on Earth I'll pick up From some conversation in our past, But this dialogue will last and last and last and last; Our lips will sing the tune played Upon some liquid string In pink places Of our hidden pasts, Where quarks reverse ticking Clocks and hope fills The sails With its light wind; Friends are close for eternity, And billowing up, our purpose will be carried out to its end, Eternity Breathed upon by the past To polish the lake of un- Certainty, And the glass mirrors Face cloud cover, Rippling pictures of clouds Who float in a river That runs so free, So doggedly The river pursues its course In the path it cut out once in liberty; I thought truth lay in the swirling clouds, But the river runs just as free, Welling up within you, breeches, Breaks free But will it reach the sea? Don V Standeford http://www.donstandeford.com Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |