Flow Gently, Sweet Amazon
Sweet Amazon, my River Styx.
Only this time you carried me out of Hell
Into a life that’s real and true.
Shall I now approach the throne of grace
With only shame in my heart and empty hands,
Having sacrificed all that’s good and true
On the altar of other people’s ideas and opinions?
The quiet voice of spirit sings its song of love and strength
From out the Amazonian depths.
It silences the drone of lack and complacency,
The death knell of the common man.
I now drink deeply of the current of my life, my enthusiasms.
I drink deeply from my true love’s flow and majesty.
Flow gently, Sweet Amazon.
Your song is mine to sing.