For Ben
Free River
Free River
My river’s flow was always trimmed to cut through marbled
stone
No easy course, I’ve no remorse, I made the way my own
No still waters have I known; No silent stream of trickled
ease
My river’s home was rugged foam, made murky by disease
Rough rocks there were, that laid my path, assuring I’d
arrive
To peaceful ponds, with leafy fronds to shade, protect and
thrive
And as my river sometimes roared and raged across the stones
Churned ‘til smooth beneath my wake, but always leading
home.
And when the cloud’s low laying storm, sprayed drops like
child’s tears
My river, raised, to clear the haze and climb above my fears
Then burst of sun, the face of God in clear bright sunlit
sky
Gave joyful respite in breaths of desperate happiness I’d
sigh
I chased the sun ‘til evening came and just around the
canyon’s bend
A swirling swell no man could quell, I saw my river’s end.
Last light shown down, the edge was clear as waterfalls will
be,
The roughest tide would now subside, my river would run
free.
