I walk by My River,
Its smooth green mirror
Reflecting the blue in the sky.
The trees I walk passed
Slowly changing,
Their leaves slowly changing colour,
Changing to yellow and orange.
As autumn comes into my life
I look back at My River,
Its timeless journey
With My Spirit
Showing me the way through,
Through the autumn of my life.
As it travels into winter
And the year comes to an end
I will be there at that end.
With My River,
With My Spirit,
As the New Year starts,
Starts my new journey
Into the spring of my future,
At one with My River,
My Spirit,
Travelling into eternity together.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 22nd, 2019 01:24
- Comment from author about the poem: Just thinking.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments5
A fine write Gold. And many more Springs, then Summers, etc? I don't like to walk too close to rivers, where not much bank or safety barriers. It looks so high often, and I think I will fall in. Doh!
Thanks Orchi. Oh yes many more seasons still to be enjoyed.
Beautiful thoughts dear friend with this positive look at the passing of seasons - may we all try to enjoy the journey through life..
This is a very wonderful poem.
ANGELA HERE - Thanks for sharing U ANDY - Love the Song & Chet and the Poem ! We all have a RIVER and I have walked by mine ALONE this morning and meditated on all that I have learned from My recent sojourn in NZ ? My River woke me up because it reminded ME its not SPRING anymore ! Hence my POEM *England in the Fall* please check. Its good to be back and Im staying with my Parents in my Old Room with my Teddies & Story Books ! Its also very good to be back with BRIAN again FOREVER !
Blessings & Peace to YOU & JOYCE
Love Angela & Brian 🧡💙🧡💙🧡
This piece is great and straight from your sincerely held faith. Very fitting with your personal circumstance.
Long may the river flow beside your footstep.
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