At the Rivers Bend

by

Phil Pochurek

Every day as I pass by
Going to or from my life,
The river waits for me.
At dawn or dusk it's always there
For me to see, for me to hear
Its ever lasting cry.
Its constant flow
Is the rhythm of life.
Ever changing
Ever the same
Never asking me why I came,
The river knows.
I come to the river to fuel my soul
To feel life's pulse
To make me whole,
At the end of everyday.
And the river tells me
What I need to know.
That its OK to just let go,
And quiets my thoughts with its soothing flow,
Then carries me away.
There's no beginning and there is no end
To this river that runs through my soul,
And tomorrow I'll be back again
To fill me up and make me whole,
At the rivers bend.

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