Abstract: River
I am a River,
Breaking and diving,
always churning through the rocks and weeds and dry places.
My twists and turns like eternal scars,
a record of where I’ve been.
I am a full of life.
What I hide beneath the surface is meant for those willing to pull up a chair, cast a line,
and suffer patience.
As with all great things,
I am worth the wait.
He’s my source, my forever spring,
or else I will run dry,
self-loathing and desperate,
with anger for everyone, but especially me.
I am a force,
graced with power and purpose,
that no man may define.
For I remain un-damned,
my energy yet untamed behind man made walls,
focused to their end.
I am a River.
I am me,
A force and history of what Faith can be.