You Seeking Hope
reach out for my hand
while crossing the stream
understand that
first I’ll listen
and last I’ll speak.
I have come to help you across
help you believe again
my friend, release the sails
into the wind again
my friend. I have
a knapsack full of light.
Look inside
as we walk the rock ledge
of blue slate with fossilized
shells and roots embedded
into the bumpy stone surface
seeking answers
down by the creek
where the warm summer grass grows
tall, and cool blue flowers
around the trunks
of green-leaved trees
and calmness flows
into the channel
of our souls
refreshing mind
and body as one
unified whole
crossing over the threshold
to the dream, wading through the thoughts
of the stream
until we reach the other side
while crossing the stream
understand that
first I’ll listen
and last I’ll speak.
I have come to help you across
help you believe again
my friend, release the sails
into the wind again
my friend. I have
a knapsack full of light.
Look inside
as we walk the rock ledge
of blue slate with fossilized
shells and roots embedded
into the bumpy stone surface
seeking answers
down by the creek
where the warm summer grass grows
tall, and cool blue flowers
around the trunks
of green-leaved trees
and calmness flows
into the channel
of our souls
refreshing mind
and body as one
unified whole
crossing over the threshold
to the dream, wading through the thoughts
of the stream
until we reach the other side
Labels: poetry
posted by Sir James Eric Watkins at 12:47 AM
2 Comments:
Oh man James this poem speaks to me, directly and personal like.
How could you know that I often find myself a river to cast my troubles at, to leave them at the river, to visualize them drifting away down with the current? Then I always feel so much more peaceful, relaxed, refreshed and ready to go on, again...Water droplets are so positive, so cleansing, and healing.
I'll be having my head buried in that knapsack. Well, my allergies have decided to rear their ugly head in May now, rather than October, so I'm thinking I'll have to wear a mask down to the river for awhile, just in case, and if my head's in a knapsack, well that just seems like perfect improvisation to me. No, seriously, I'll be seeking the light inside.
You reckon it's the climate change, not using global warming because, well because THEY say it doesn't exist, that's flucking around with my allergies? Just wondering out loud, in type...
We are a little river band, I think, heh. (kindred spirits)
xxxooo
I could almost hear "nature sounds" while reading this, Sir James. Well done! :-)
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