I arrived at My River
And there it was,
As smooth as glass,
Not a ripple to be seen.
I walked beside it
Looking across
The silent surface,
A fish rose
And ripples circled
Until they too expanded,
Expanded into extinction,
Leaving My River as a mirror.
A gentle breeze touched it’s surface
And ripples were seen
But as I rounded the bend
The smoothness was back.
That smoothness came to me,
Came to me in my life
And I new all would be well
As My River and I sailed,
Sailed on into our wonderful world.