The River Will Rise


Rising above her winter murmur

As the ice cracks.

The naked rocks will be

clothed in clear robes that run,

rise

and ripple

Eddy and lift around and over

the bend

to break into the force and flow

to meet the still and quiet.

The river will rise.

And so will you.

#soulfulpoetry

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