I walk by My River
Its clear green mirror
Hidden as the brown water
Rained from the hills
Causes it to rush past Me
In a torrent of sorrow.
I look up and the grey clouds
Cover the bright blue above.
I am surrounded by bare trees
Their brown and black leaves
Covering the green swards
Of the beautiful meadows
That were once there.
I walk on in sadness
But then it happens
A hole appears in the clouds
And the bright blue is there,
It expands and the Bright Sun
Shines down upon Me
As I walk the path of wonder
Realising that She is now with Me
As I walk this glorious path
With the Love of my Life
Who I will be with one day
And Our Spirits will join as one
Walking Our River for Eternity.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 22nd, 2020 02:18
- Category: Reflection
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It's a painful anniversary for you.
There's the River of Life in Eternity, to walk besides together, for ever! 🙂
There's them trees there too, for the 'healing of the nations'. Not to spark off another debate, about herbalist healing, as previously though!
Thanks Orchi, only eight more days until the first anniversary of her passing.
Yes that River of Life is waiting for us.
Andy
She is always with you. Beautifully expressed poem here.
All the time Clara she is with me, in eight days it will be the first Anniversary of her passing.
Andy
Oh, my thoughts are with you Andy. Take care of yourself.
that self-mined strength and resolve emanating from such write's of reflection will hopefully instil in-other's, hope: that they too can find what solace can be excavated from the ashes of crusted tears upon aching fingertips and hearts,
'she' must be so proud Andy
Thank you for your words Mek, much appreciated.
Andy
And you know that in a tomorrow not so far away you will see springtime around you and the wildlife afire with energy.... your energy for life...
Now we are in winter and should live as in winter.... the natural world lies quiescent, wisely waiting. Relaxed, we are attuned to the seasons.
We surely are attuned to the seasons d a and may that always be so.
Andy
A potent sense you've penned here Andy, with strength and tenderness, absence and presence fondly remembered and honoured. My sentiments can say little about this time for you but my respects for your anniversary.
J
Thank you RDS for your very kind words.
Andy
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