I stand on the old stone bridge looking down,
Looking through the green depths,
As if my soul is beneath me.
I look up and there before me is My River,
That place where I walk with My Spirit.
Stepping off the bridge,
I become one with My River,
I walk silently by its side,
The green waters
Slowly sliding with me.
Coming to the new bridge I walk beneath it,
The roar of life’s traffic above me .
The rush of life is left behind me
As I move further with My Spirit,
Moving with Natures Joy beside me.
The time comes when I am at peace,
At peace within myself.
Once more My River has cleansed me,
Cleansed me from the trials of life,
And here in the peace I am at one,
At one with My Spirit and My River,
Where all is one within My Soul.
I stop,
At the end of my current Journey,
I look ahead and see another bridge,
That bridge that I will not cross,
That bridge where My Spirit leaves,
Leaves my body,
And flows with My River,
Flows towards Eternity.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My River and Me. The picture is of My River, the River Avon near Evesham UK.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments8
Long may the river flow Andy - a beauty of a write
Thank you Michael, that River, My River, means so much to me.
A fine write Gold, on the 'journey of life'. I tend to go under bridges. Any bridge over about 6 inches off the ground gives me vertigo!
Thank you Orchi. You wouldn't like the Dartford Bridge or the Bridge to Skye then!
Beautiful picture Goldfinch.... I enjoyed your River!
Thank you Lorna, glad you enjoyed My River.
This is you at your poetic best my friend.
This spiritual piece is very moving and so easy to relate to,.... i wonder which part of our earthy consciousness crosses that final bridge with our spirit.
So peaceful. Such writing encourages all to wonder.
On re-reading its gone into my favourites, thank you.
Thank you da, you are most kind, whenever I am near My River I know that My Spirit is within me.
Absolutely beautiful, Andy!
Spiritually uplifting...
especially today...flying
to Florida to attend one
of the funerals!
~Laura~
Thank you Laura, may your Spirit be with you at this time of sadness and forever.
A nice peaceful piece. A quiet song of life free of everyday struggles, fears, and greeds. It conjures up a state of mind similar to meditation or mindfulness. I wish I could always float in My River.
Thank you Peeter, it does not need a River it could be anything that calls to you.
A lovely description of life's different stages when searching for spirit. A fine piece of work Andy.
Thank you Fay, much appreciated.
I love that metaphor of the river, Goldie! You are saying it beautifully, and I can see myself walking with you along that river right up to that last bridge, a bridge we all will have to cross sooner or later.
Welcome to My River, I will see you at the last bridge.
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