Shaped By the River
Silvery ripples and swirls of viridian currents
Moving through ancient gorges,
Molding and shaping solid shades of gray granite…
Soft and round,
Craggy and sharp,
Here and There…
Solid rock thrusting up
Shaped by shifting currents of the river
Rising and falling,
Rushing and fading,
Over time.
Who knows where
The current will go next
Or what shape the rocks will take,
Over time.
Nevertheless
The river and rocks remain,
One, solid and steady,
The other, fluid and ever-moving.
Sitting here
My heart longs to shed its burdens
To let them slide like a rock into the gently swirling water
And be carried away by the swiftly flowing current beneath the surface.
I want to know …
Can I remain solid and steady, yet fluid,
As the currents of change swirl
Around me?
I want to know …
Can I be molded and reshaped
As the river of life courses
Through me?
I want to know …
Can I be moved in new directions by love,
Harmonious and true to the voice of my heart
Echoing in the ancient gorge of my own soul?
The only answer that comes
Is the flow of my tears and
The sound of the river as it continues
To ripple and run around the rocks.
Maybe
That
Is enough,
For now.
Copyright © Krista Kurth | Year Posted 2009
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