James Long Poet Prose Poetry

The River

Love is the land found within the heart, simple offering 
of peace, mercy, and opportunity.

Denial is the raging river running through it!

Hope remains, is gracious to all those standing beside it fumbling around within
themselves with the idea of jumping in. Hope open to the ones who hunger for love-
yes offering of these greater things is grateful, honestly... to-provide the opportunity.

Rains fall they lye open surrendered their hearts and as my need is fulfilled, this revelation 
can be found carrying me all my days.

What is sorrow? What is annoying? What is denial? Is it anymore or less blinding than fear? 
No... I believe now no... !

Always gives me at its best a headache, but I've come to learn, at its most merciful-it 
could always get much worse than just this... you know... ?

In the absence of suggestion, there is confusion, in the absence of confusion there's
peace, a joyous appreciation, honest love.

Acceptance fulfills upholds the eyes all of the above if able I am willing to let it... !

Unable to know it as such, at times... I've always found it if I'm open to looking 
further within, to get far-worse. Even greater than just a mere headache!

So sorrow-annoyance, denial their dust I shake it all away through prayer 
and faith, and so I believe the joyous rains of love come falling down 
washing them to the ground, and as they fall they are swept up by 
the river carried far away... .

Peace comes-breaks through the clouds shines its brilliance 
on me; and so enlightened, I find the world and life to 
open up to me. As I evolve graciously within I begin 
to see them as a glorious gift, of a brighter day... !

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