River

I love how the river in silent trust will spend its life rolling towards the sea. From wherever it starts all water shares the single desire to make its way home. Effortless, thoughtless a fluid floating faith. Each drop united in its divinity. And it matters not how it spends the day, wild rushing or in drowsy drift, it is never lost, it never doubts its direction, never questions its purpose. It is simply homeward bound. I want to be a river my daily struggles left as a pile of clothes on the bank, the weight of my decisions to stay or go right or left right or wrong, like stones sink to the bottom. And I rest into a current of mercy, dancing sunlight on my surface adrift, effortless, thoughtless, buoyant by my truths grace, my hearts compass guides me and carries me home.