They say
If you leave a rough little child
Long enough by the river bank
He will become better
He will be washed clean
And gently be eroded
By the clear running water
Till he ceases to exist
Intermission…
Been years waiting by the river bank
I am still the same
Maybe he will come
Maybe he will do as he wants
And I will have no say
I remain the same
Even if I feel dry during the drought
And I can’t pretty much find passion for anything
I can’t even notice I am dry
Or choked during the rains
And can’t handle all the normal things
Other human beings enjoy handling
All the pleasant emotions and moments
And miracles and experiences
The heat refused to melt me
During the harshest of times
And cold means little to me
I don’t take pleasure in being aloof
I am still waiting
Maybe he will come
To touch me
That is all I want
Maybe he will touch me
At my curves and spots
And straighten me out
Softly
Firmly
Slowly
Making me wet
He won’t be rough or harsh
He will just touch my edges lightly
And gradually smoothen me out
Please come
River spirit
This little stone is rough
Make it smooth
Been waiting here by the river bank
All these years
Watching all those seasons and tides
Remaining unchanged
But when he comes
The river god will use his water
To smoothen me out
As he makes me wet all over
Or maybe just for luck
He will wear me out
As water erodes the rock
And that will be the end of my story!
BACKGROUND: “River God” by Nicole Nordeman playing in the background.
I am taking a step back tonight from shamelessly bemoaning and eulogizing the sad state of life today.
I am taking a step forward today into the hope that things will be better and light will shine.
But, somehow, I am still carrying the cynicism along with me through the door into that hope.
I Feel Shadows 
The river gods would be pleased by your faith in them…What happens is that the river gods do all that they’ve promised, but while you’re not looking. One day you will see it!
Thanks much, Marie, for your visit.
I agree the faith has got to please him.
Hmmm… So I will wait for how long?
Reblogged this on Smile Circulation and commented:
Beautiful poetry & image
I am humbled, Smile.
Thank you very much.
don’t wait to be changed – become the change
Thanks for visiting, Paul.
How well can I do the two?
You always grab me right by the tender bits… of my emotions, I mean… simmer down…
I am touched tenderly by such words, Art.
Thanks for your visit again.
yup
Water is a powerful medium, and symbol. But washing away one’s sins or rough edges is an illusory mind game. We are the creative sparks of life, with all our inherent limitations. Only wake up! 🙂
I don’t mind the cynicism… but I love the hope. And I hope the River God treats you well.
Some of us are sandstone or limestone – easily shaped and moved by the Water; others are igneous granite – not easily moved or changed. The encouraging word is that when God does move them they tend to be the most useful. I would imagine that Paul was such a rock. In time – all rocks submit to the will of the Water. https://youtu.be/ex54RTDVGkE = >
Speaking of rivers – I wanted to share one of my favorite river songs with you : https://youtu.be/mSAqkGU2nQ4 = >
can’t believe I missed this one.. wow! so incredibly sad. I hope you’re doing ok bud! need a poem or two… let us know you’re ok! 🙂 XXOO