I wrote this poem as an extension of an earlier piece that I had done, building on the theme of life and love.
‘Tis the season for remembering and for reflection, but as we allow our memories of the past to enrich and deepen our soul, let us not forget that in this process of being created, we are equally capable of creating – new relationships, new memories, new loves.
May the dawn of each day continue to inspire you.
Blessings,
Huey
Christmas 2011
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it all begins as
a sprinkle from the sky
falling on the thirsty land
then a tiny brook is born
so tiny a child could skip across
with a little help of course
as it tumbles along
tripping over stones
uncertainty mixes with curiosity -
is it going where it needs to go?
the clear water clouds
as it courses through barren landscapes
creating, as it is being created
when did it become a river?
who knows?
perhaps it was that time
when it collected
that teardrop
that fell from the cheeks
of the brokenhearted lover.
along the way,
there were many love affairs
afterall, it’s hard to travel so far for so long
what’s a little fling
with the fish and the frogs
the birds serenading from the shores
with trees, especially trees
who can resist
their easy charm
and the wisdom they carry
of knowing that they need only to stand
wherever they are
to be blessed.
and how could the river forget
that one girl with deep, soulful eyes
who sat alone by the banks
for a long, long time
now and again, dipping her toes into the icy waters
sending visible shivers
across its liquid skin.
through the seasons,
the sun remained faithful
such love for the earth
shining, shining, shining,
as if willing everything to hurry up and grow
still, the river keeps on meandering
for that’s what rivers do
but it’s getting closer
to the place where it should be
beloved,
the next time someone asks
“if all rivers are sweet, where does the sea get its salt?”
remember this story
and speak of it like one who has known rivers
