I stand in the river
Waters flow, tumbling over rocks,
pooling in the deep
then spinning off
into stronger currents.
All by an unseen force
that bids me to explore,
to watch the riffles,
the rise of a hungry creature.
the smooth stones.
They tell a story of forceful currents,
rising waters and dry summers,
heat and ice, gentle and strong
a history unspoken, but seen in the ripples.
I quiet my soul, listen and watch.
Where do I step?
What do I disrupt?
I enter in quietly, reading the river
eyes to my Maker,
aware that my steps will become part of the story.
Speak, Lord, your servant is listening.
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