The raging river takes command
Demanding acts of contrition
As it passes over the land
With vengeance sparing not a one.
Tall trees with their righteous egos
Are now but timbers on the ground.
Bare, having given up their clothes,
Motionless, not making a sound.
The rocks hardened by stubbornness
Not accepting another’s rule.
Falsely thinking they are ageless,
The river shows them who’s the fool!
The river takes all to their knees.
Giving baptism to those who choose,
Putting their needing souls at ease.
From the river we take its cues.
Herman Herzog, Raging River (not dated)
River Study, J Laurence Hart (n.d.)
Leaf on a River
My heart as a leaf flows with the river
No port of call is currently listed
Nor stopping to be a solemn griever
River doesn’t yield, heart cannot be bided
Know not where or when the river will end
Heart was once green now a sullen yellow
Never made a choice of lover or friend
Can’t remember ever being a foe
This water journey thought to be unique
Soon found that countless millions are alike
With nothing of great importance to speak
Nor a vein of richness ever to strike
Who determines what someone’s life is worth
Should we be celebrating any birth