Flowing Down the River
I am a rose, plucked and placed
into the swirling river of this life
flowing ‘tween currents and eddies
through rocks and quiet streams.
At times, I plunge down waterfalls
rife with tears and suffering
at times, the waters become calm
offering rest and respite.
I float through the streams of time
until the end, when the river runs dry
until God reaches down and lifts up
my soul, in the rapture of this life.
Written on 5/20/2018
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