River Service . . .

River Service

Water rushing down the River

seeking it’s course

as are we

very much like the River

we rush along

for all the things we long for

yet, many time

never appreciating the course we travel

yes, the River is wetted

and embedded

in it’s own consciousness

emoting the noise

of it’s own being-ness

yet with more

or with less

it shall continue

upon it’s predestined journey

and as i stand and listen

to the whispers

to the glistening rivulets

churning and turning

across the rocks upon it’s bed

in my head

i hear a message

directly from my soul

as it speaks to the soul

of the River

it tells of the River’s purpose

and all the un told stories

the stories it has collected

over the years

it ells of the days of glory

and how it too tamed a wilderness

it tells of all the passersbys

and the Hikers

and the Bikers

and those who would sit in solace

upon it’s banks

and the reverent thankfulness

for all those who shared their tears

and their glee and laughter

throughout the years

yes, the River has many secrets

it holds silently in it’s Soul

from the wanderers

the seekers

and all those who have visited upon her presence

imparting their presents

of life

i now look at this River

a giver of life

and with it’s abundance

it’s rife

it has fed many

as it still does

in the spirit

the mind

the body

and i now understand this River

and it’s reclusive purpose

and that is but to be

as should we

of service to life

and flow

River service

29 April 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.