My Everlasting Friend.

Goldfinch60



There it was before me,

My Old Friend,

My River.

It had been so long,

So long since we had walked together.

But now I was back,

Looking deep into its depths,

Knowing that My Spirit would be with us

As I walked by its side.

Its surface so smooth

Like a dark green mirror,

Reflecting the trees and the sky,

Reflecting the thoughts within me,

Within my body,

Within my soul.

As I walked the worries fell gently,

Gently into My River,

And it took them away

As it flowed passed me.

The further I walked

The deeper My Spirit became one,

Became one with My River,

Knowing that one day they would combine,

My Spirit and My River would combine,

As we flowed together towards infinity,

Knowing that eternity in peaceful harmony,

Would be waiting for us.

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 2nd, 2018 01:36
  • Comment from author about the poem: I used to walk by My River very frequently but since my wife's illness I have had to be with her so have not walked by My River. This week she is in a respite home for a week so I have got back to walking with My River. The music is part three of "Quartet for the End of Time" by Messiaen - I have heard this clarinet solo played live and it is totally mesmerising - as is the whole quartet.
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 49
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Comments8

  • orchidee

    A fine write Gold. Someone asked me direction to a river - I was heading there. I told them, then they seemed to go in opposite direction. But then I saw them by the river on part of another route - and said 'cooeee, we meet again'! (did I?). lol.

    • Goldfinch60

      Yes you did, we meet all sorts of people by the river.

    • dusk arising

      You most definitely have an affinity with the Avon. Todays write feels like your expression of a mental peace its nearness gives.

      • Goldfinch60

        I surely do da, it is a very special place to me.

      • Michael Edwards

        A beautiful write and I love the music - another one to listen to again and again.

        • Goldfinch60

          Thank you Michael.

          I am glad that you write the music, it is one of the pieces that I often play.

        • Heartwriter

          Beautiful Goldie. May you and the river always flow perfect!

          • Goldfinch60

            Thank you Kat, I am certain that it will.

          • BRIAN & ANGELA

            Thanks ANDY ~ Love quartets so minimal and (as you say) mesmerising. Love fave walks and Angela & I have our ~ which I now have to do alone. Sorry you too are walking alone ~ BUT ~ I know your beloved JOYCE is always with you in your heart ~ AMEN ~ Yours BRIAN & ANGELA. Please check Angela's poem on WELLINGTON N Z and our FUSION on ICE CREAM ~ Thanks B & A

            • Goldfinch60

              Thank you B and A, I am never walking alone My Spirit is always with me and as you say Joyce is always in my heart.

            • orchidee

              See ya there one day. You'll know it's me by the 'ccooeee'! Ooh that rhymes. I will go back to sleep now. lol.

              • Goldfinch60

                I will be the one with ear muffs on in case you start singing.

              • w c

                I enjoyed hearing about your walk by My River.

                • Goldfinch60

                  Thank you w c, most kind.

                • Lorna

                  Sorry you're alone this week - maybe you need the time alone - here's a song for you: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pSzYRo9j7YM

                  • Goldfinch60

                    Thank you Lorna, this week being alone allows me to build up my strength and be able to relax so I can more easily cope when my lover returns on Monday.
                    Strangely I don't think I had heard that version of the song before, the one that always comes to my mind is the Paul Robeson version. So thank you for the introduction to another great singer - William Warfield.



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