River
I love how the river in silent trust
will spend its life rolling towards the sea.
From wherever it starts
all water shares the single desire
to make its way home.
Effortless, thoughtless
a fluid floating faith.
Each drop united in its divinity.
And it matters not how it spends the day,
wild rushing or in drowsy drift,
it is never lost,
it never doubts its direction,
never questions its purpose.
It is simply homeward bound.
I want to be a river
my daily struggles left
as a pile of clothes on the bank,
the weight of my decisions to stay or go
right or left
right or wrong,
like stones sink to the bottom.
And I rest
into a current of mercy,
dancing sunlight on my surface
adrift, effortless, thoughtless,
buoyant by my truths grace,
my hearts compass guides me
and carries me home.
Copyright © Ann Ricci | Year Posted 2016
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