The silence pervades the mist
As I walk by My River.
There before me appears a swan,
Gliding gently, silently towards me
Out of the gloom.
This vision in white slides
Past with hardly a ripple
Disturbing the calm of My River
Or My Spirit.
The swan moves back into the mist,
The ghostly shape slowly dissipates.
I am alone again
With the silence and my thoughts.
The mist slowly clears
And there in all its glory
I see My River,
This Saviour of nature,
And of my world,
Stretching through my life.
Flowing gently with me
Until that time when
We both come to an end,
That end which I still cannot see.