I stand on the bridge
And look down at My River,
But where is it?
All I see is a lake
Extending from the sides
Where My River flowed.
The green park
Where the children played,
Where the dogs ran free,
And lovers walked hand in hand
Now covered in this mud brown water.
The swans, ducks and geese confused,
Nowhere for them to just sit and look,
But having to fight the wrath of the water,
As it speeds through their lives,
And mine.
The anger speeding under me
Like an express train!
Where are the bushes,
Beside which I would sit
And contemplate my world?
But through all this anger
Shown by My River
I know that that anger will subside,
And My River will be there again,
Flowing gently through my life,
Taking me once more,
On Life’s journey.