Special Deliveries

From the deepest reservoirs of the heart, There resides the source of our soul's river. From the beginning, from the very start, There is the issuing out of a river flow, Without this, we would cease to grow. Sometimes releasing a myriad of issues, Or just a few, revealing things old and new, Heavenly mysteries that we never knew. Without ceasing, occasionally gushing, Often with force like white water rapids. It is continually rushing to and fro. It ceases not its navigation through Its faithful ever-ready conduits, Continually cleansing and healing Along its elongated passage. So, let the river flow. Make room for its overflow. Let every tributary join its force As their waters congeal to reach the Awaiting open sea. Let there be no dams, Delays, or detours. Let the river determine Its own course. Read carefully what the river is saying And embrace those 'Special Deliveries' from the heart.