This River That Flows
Oft times it has been my desire to behold,
the Beatific Vision of Whom I have been told.
An aspiration of soul that lives and moreover grows,
here on the shores, where the Indian River flows.
Perhaps the thoughts and prayers of millions for eons and ages,
being penned via muse into these rippling, luculent pages,
tend to draw even more from dreamers such as stand now here,
on it's sandy shore,.. spirits screaming far to the One so near.
Within, I think I know these prayers of longing are not in vain,
for fain they flow back to Genesis from whence they came,
to give back with interest in a life long learned love flood,
what we've been given strained though sweat, joy, tears and blood.
On it goes, brimming with dreams, prayers and muse for ages and again a time,
flowing ever growing, and knowing Love, Eternity, and Truth.. are ever Thine.
Note:
The Indian River is an inlet for the Atlantic ocean coursing between Hutchinson Island and
Florida's eastern coast.
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