When peace flows below like the subterranean river
And makes you quiver with delight in sight of everyone
Blessed are you so truly among the mortal throngs
Ne’er to be wrong in any choice, only reason to rejoice
When peace flows below like the subterranean river
And makes you quiver with delight in sight of everyone
Blessed are you so truly among the mortal throngs
Ne’er to be wrong in any choice, only reason to rejoice
From the beginning of Space and Time the River with chimes of heaven
Flowing ceaselessly, knowing its own destiny, showing its creative power
Flanked by banks of life in myriad colors in the period of temporal existence
With persistence to create, defying the fates of ugly gloom and doom
Making no room for defeat, no need to repeat, she sits in the seat of wisdom
And the River runs though it all, filling humanity’s trawl with Light and Love
Ah! From the beginning of Space and Time the River with chimes of heaven
. . . with the chimes of heaven . . .
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
Take me down to the River Ahava where Love flows
From the Fount of Grace and the sacred wind blows
And let me wash all filth away so that my body glows
And my true spirit shows forth in refreshing purity
As all insecurity is bathed away in brightest of days
And new ways of thought meander through my mind
That the clear waters unbind to find fresh serenity
In plenty in the cleansing rushing of the River Ahava
And I will drink my fill of love as the Dove flies above
And I will never be the same as my shame slips away
. . .
Ah yes, take me to the River Ahava where Love flows
From the Fount of Grace and the sacred wind blows
Note: In Hebrew the word (or name) ‘Ahava’ means ‘love,’ although it was also apparently the name of both a city and river in ancient Babylon to which the prophet Ezra gathered many people, including the Levites, for three days of prayer and fasting before venturing back to Jerusalem. (You can read about this in the eighth chapter of the Book of Ezra.)