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Once, an old man sat at a bar
Seemingly, alone in the woods
The Falls were just over there
Above all of his shunned shoulds of good

Too great to enter into regret
He suckered anger instead
Justifying all his words and deeds
It was right how he LED
...his life

He kept his back to the river
His bed was dry and parched
The river refused to come near
The fort where hatred marched

His drink left him thirsty
His life drew a line in the sand
Here sits a washed up professional
Who can't face the River like a man
...and conquer

A wind blew up, against his ear
And whispered,"Turn around,"
All the fears that hemmed him in
Arose and begin to surround

"You can not hold her
She is liquid, fierce like a lion
She will maul you, eat you for dinner
And cover the place where your body is lyin'
...on the bed of stone

If you think you are forgotten...now
With her, your existence is erased
Forget being humiliated
You will be debased

May your eyes never behold
The Way the rivers runs
Stay where it is safe and lonely
And your life's work is done
....for the record"

The wind became a pressing
Deep within the seat of his soul
Even if he perished in his find
At least he would finally know

The power of his fears
And the freedom of perfect sight
With all the courage life had dragged to this spot
He turned....to see light...flash...then night
....thud, something fell

He saw a baby, but the river
Rushed to cover perception
New life is in the River
From infertility to conception

He jumped off his stool
And plunged into the deepest part
To retrieve the infant he saw
But in the process, he lost his heart
....to LOVE

Written by Trudy Schrader on 09-05-2018

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