The River

All of life is fluid

Running like a river down the winding trail of a mountainside

The currents, rapids and peaceful meandering waters

A part of the flowing ride which all of us must take

The river cannot exist without the jagged rocks sheltered below

And the sun cannot peek through the shadows without the rising trees

All of earth is who we are and love is the essence that creates it all

God brought this beauty to us so we could rejoice

in the coldest of waters, in the warmest, glistening rain

 We are meant to laugh and cry

Flowing with every breath, moving with every turn

There is no pain great enough to hold us back

There is no joy immense enough to keep us still

Life, like the movement of the water, can only cease when we encounter death

We are the river no matter where our lives lead

And for this reason alone we are all very blessed

11/1/10 ………. beatriZ