River of Life

There is the River that continues to flow,
From the Mount above to valleys below,
And yet with no beginning, never ending,
While the Breath ever blows o’er its face,
Gently and softly in rhyme with the River
In time but eternal with a maternal Love
That hovers just o’er the waters running
Thru countless lives with enlivening Life
Not rife with pain but only full with gain
And pregnant with Promise calling to all
To come and freely drink and sink below
The surface in cleansing surety of purity
. . .
This is the River of Life

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