The River

Beneath the bonds of the body

Running free, without boundaries or frame

Lies a living mighty river

A river by a different name

 

It's teeming with strength and goodness

Carrying fresh water to cool fevered brow

Quenching eternal thirst

Washing the dirtied plow

 

This life has many furrows

Each made by choice or chance

The seeds we hold to plant

May be ruled by circumstance

 

This ever-flowing river

May rise beyond its banks

To flood the arid fields of wanting

Causing the seeds to sprout, in thanks

 

Other times there may be plenty

Rain too much, too hard, too soon

But this moving, rippling river

Rocks craters, mimicking the moon

 

There is a beautiful balance

In time, perfection wins its due

For in seasons, planting, and harvest

The River runs silent and true.  

 

 

 





Poetry by Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-11-06 at 02:43

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Phyllis J. Rhodes
The Spirit flows like the River in every line. Power and Peace are in this poem and in this River. God speaks through your poetry. You have been gifted by Him to reach people who might never consider He even exists.
2016-11-17


shells
Such a lovely serene feel to this, just what I needed this evening. If I had to pick a favourite stanza, it would be the final one.
2016-11-07


Christopher Fernie
Dear Kathy,

This is a very melodic piece which I'm sure could be converted into a spiritual song... amazing grace... amazing Kathy!

Bravo, sister!

Cheers, Chris... with a glass of red wine in hand!
2016-11-06


Bibek
Ah, how well you described the river!
2016-11-06


Sameen
that last line is magnificent
2016-11-06


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
This is inspired writing ~
2016-11-06