Short Freshet Poems

Freshet
Levees surrender
Overflowing; ambushing; destroying ~
Overwhelmed, teardrops augment the
Deluge...

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Two streams that converge
   And flow inextricably
Are like two lovers
   Meandering about who meet -

Not knowing anything of what
   They were missing before
But now having full sight
   Each of the other -

Who rejoice at the freshet
   And meld and flow as one
Assured of their fate
   And their continual love....

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A death-dance, 
a horse swept away.
Hooves flash and slap
the frothing pitch.
Neck cranked tight,
in the cascading 
white-waters.
Terrible to behold.

A large chunk of tree,
just a large log
branches mimicking
thrashing legs.
Not a real horse in the act
of being swept away.
But terror is real
even as an illusion.

My mind is still
looking through its own
alarming image.
For a moment the river 
had its spurs in me....

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Meet me at the freshet
   Where there is a gathering -
A swath of pilgrims wait
   For to find eternity -

Where there flows an old hope
   And God's love is evergreen -
Where His deeds are retold
   Of which move our hearts to sing.

Bind His words to your mind;
   Let them be our canopy.
We will uphold in time
   These truths to the enemy

And then Christ will steal us
   To a place of victory -
Forever loved and thus
   Forevermore we will be!...

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