Shaped By the River

Silvery ripples and swirls of viridian currents Moving through ancient gorges, Molding and shaping solid shades of gray granite… Soft and round, Craggy and sharp, Here and There… Solid rock thrusting up Shaped by shifting currents of the river Rising and falling, Rushing and fading, Over time. Who knows where The current will go next Or what shape the rocks will take, Over time. Nevertheless The river and rocks remain, One, solid and steady, The other, fluid and ever-moving. Sitting here My heart longs to shed its burdens To let them slide like a rock into the gently swirling water And be carried away by the swiftly flowing current beneath the surface. I want to know … Can I remain solid and steady, yet fluid, As the currents of change swirl Around me? I want to know … Can I be molded and reshaped As the river of life courses Through me? I want to know … Can I be moved in new directions by love, Harmonious and true to the voice of my heart Echoing in the ancient gorge of my own soul? The only answer that comes Is the flow of my tears and The sound of the river as it continues To ripple and run around the rocks. Maybe That Is enough, For now.