Goldfinch60

River Journey.

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.