A pillar of luminous light caresses it.
The moon has given her blessing.
Softly flows the River.
The night sounds of frolicking fish.
The man casts out his reel.
A blessed catch – the River feeds his family.
A little boy sits under a tree
entranced by the call of the myriad sounds.
Embraced by this River, his truest friend.
The Mother Hen leads the way, her ducklings follow close behind.
Divine design - an exquisite armada drifting on the streaming ripples.
Their spirits sing out: “Our River, our home.”
The canoe silently slips downstream.
The lovers, simply gazing, pledge their hearts.
The River knows! “What need, at times, is there for words?”
Tresses of a Weeping Willow hang delicately overhead.
reflect God’s fluid vision of true serenity.
The River pauses and peace imprints itself upon this World.
A beaver labors hard and to his heart’s content
dragging branch and log to form his dam - his destined purpose.
The River slows its flow: “Carpe Diem, awesome builder.”
A seagull skims the surface - then flapping wings - takes flight into the skies.
His haunting cries - like nectar of the gods - to hear and feast upon.
The River surges thinking: “Such passion and such grace, poetry in motion.”
His silhouette revealed diving into dusky waters.
He swims – then floats – adrift under the starry dome.
The River hears him: “and let there be light” and the stars all but envelope him!
A symphony of Songbirds nestled in their favorite trees
herald in their evening praise to their Creator.
The River sighs with deepest contentment - and softly flows the River.