awin
It's always moving
it never stops
above, below, the earth
...it flows
its fresh or salt or atmospheric
it's energy changes,
at different phases
and still...
...it flows
its evaporation, its condensation
its sublimation too
it can dry or melt
from solid ice
destroyed by man, deforestation
....yet still , it flows
Its ecosystems Euphrates knew,
but l just see it's power.
But from up and down , l see on land
.. it grows ,it knows...it flows
l see a scene, so beautiful
a resting place of calm.
A breathe l take, its heart does ache
..but still... it flows, it flows..it flows
l'll stand and wait
my eyes to drink
the River's glory cries
and knowing how, its power grows
not man, but Word, of God
...it flows,
it flows,
it flows.
awin means River in Gaelic Manx launguage from Isle of Man..pronounced
'ow-win'
Copyright © Jacqueline Elston | Year Posted 2025
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