Re: The River

*Written on September 21*

 

people sitting by

the river,

on the steps by

the river...

 

a man

swimming in

the river,

standing out in

the vast river...

 

boats of

people,

of tourists,

pass by on

the river...

 

I hear and see the

water of 

the river,

splashing against

the steps...

 

I see a

seagull,

flying low

over

the water of

river...

 

I see

bubbles,

playful bubbles,

flying

over the water,

over the steps,

following the

wind,

wherever it will

take them...

 

I feel the sun,

warm upon me,

touching my

skin...

 

I feel the wind ,

blowing softly ,

keeping things

cool...

 

they all come

together,

the swimmer,

the boats,

the splashing water,

seagulls, bubbles,

sun, and wind,

they are together,

reach inside

of me...

 

they

touch

my soul,

and heal my heart...

 

they touch

my soul,

and bring

me close

to

YOU,

close enough to

feel YOU

in my heart...

 

this happens

by

the river.

 

River You Created

*Written September 21, 2011*

 

Creator,

you created

this vast and

beautiful river...

 

how,

or when,

or why,

I do not

know...

 

but I

believe

You created

this river...

 

You created

this vast

river,

that I

sit beside

and feel

so small

beside...

 

You created

this beautiful

river,

that I marvel

at,

and cannot

express or do

justice to

its beauty...

 

Creator,

by this

river

You created,

I can feel

hear,

smell you...

 

I can feel

You in

the wind,

blowing from and over

the river...

 

I can

hear You

in the splash,

splashing of

the river

over the steps...

 

I can smell

you in

the smell

of the river,

a beautiful

smell of salt

mixed with

water...

 

Creator,

we cannot

see You,

but we

can see,

hear, smell,

and feel

You in

all the

things ,

and people,

that You

Created...

 

I often forget,

but

sitting on

the steps

beside the

beautiful and

vast river You created...

reminded me once

more.

The River

*Written on September 21*

 

people sitting by

the river,

on the steps by

the river...

 

a man

swimming in

the river,

standing out in

the vast river...

 

boats of

people,

of tourists,

pass by on

the river...

 

I hear and see the

water of 

the river,

splashing against

the steps...

 

I see a

seagull,

flying low

over

the water of

river...

 

I see

bubbles,

playful bubbles,

flying

over the water,

over the steps,

following the

wind,

wherever it will

take them...

 

I feel the sun,

warm upon me,

touching my

skin...

 

I feel the wind ,

blowing softly ,

keeping things

cool...

 

they all come

together,

the swimmer,

the boats,

the splashing water,

seagulls, bubbles,

sun, and wind,

they are together,

reach inside

of me...

 

they

touch

my soul,

and heal my heart...

 

they touch

my soul,

and bring

me close

to

YOU,

close enough to

feel YOU

in my heart...

 

this happens

by

the river.

 

Running Towards Something

I

found a

chance

to run...

 

A

chance to

run away,

towars something...

 

yet when I got there...

 

I looked around

and was glad that

I found a chance

to run...

 

I then turned and

looked back...

 

when I turned

back I saw that

which I had,

without admitting

to myself,

been running from...

 

I ran towards something

and also away from something...

 

They say

running away

is not the

thing to do...

 

yet...

 

yet sometimes running

is the only way

you can do somethign

about it...

 

the new air

and surroudings and life

and even problems

and sad moments...

 

they slowly

take you,

and your heart,

away from that

which

you must

let go off...

 

it frees your

mind to

think

of those other

things

you love,

and want,

and never truly think off...

 

such as

teaching people

about your self

and Your Life,

and what you

want your life

to be like...

 

so,

running...

is sometimes

the best thing to do.

 

just as long as while you're running away,

you're running towards something first...