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The Sun Is Shining On Me Again

I sat on a giant cemented rock in the river bed
And the sun shines through the trees all over my head
I could feel the warmth and comfort covering me
while I listen to the tranquil water flowing in the river
Nobody was trailing me and nobody was bothering me
I felt energetic and strong that I could lift a gigantic rock  
and crumble it all at once in my powerful hands

A few hours ago I was sailing up and down the river
looking for a quiet place to anchor
but everywhere I steer my boat the water was up to my throat
But today the water has recede and I can finally proceed

Sometimes it is difficult to understand the things in nature
Everything happen so fast  that sometimes you have to wonder
I spread out on the solid rock  gazing at the clear blue sky 
with the trees dodging the sun as it glared into my meticulous eyes
I started thinking about the rocks many things have
transpired  in nature centuries  before I was born.

I started observing all the rocks around the river 
And  I saw something interesting that made me shiver
A flat rock hangs over the river bed
and it runs beneath a twin tree fastened on the river bank
I kept moving from rock to rock as my curiosity grew bigger
I came to this place to relax but I find myself gathering facts

I have  crossed this river more that three times
but I have never seen something so clear and divine
As I was walking on the rock the gods draw my attention
to the road that leads across the river
I rolled up pants and walked  back and forth  on the stones 
The water had dwindled and the rocks were dry on the top

Suddenly a still small voice said count the stones
I start jumping playfully as a child while  counting the stones
Thirteen of them lined up in a row then another voice said look
on top of the stones  and tell me  what you see 

I bend down and examined the stones and there were
Five creases on each of the thirteen stones and
I started to wonder deeply about what I have already known

I continue walking on the stones and deep speaks to deep
Another mystery unfold before my journey was complete
The same road  that runs across the river
had a big  letter W carved on it with water running over it
The answers are plain as day there will be no peace
until history takes it rightful place.
The sun is shining on me again
W.W.W

Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2017

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