The River
My God do I love you.
From origin to termination.
Across every divide.
Through every dark valley.
Glistening in your rays.
Kissing the banks where I meet you.
With a burn in my chest
Chills through my body.
My breath intentional...
An attempt to contain the enormity
Of what I feel for you.
I know its more comfortable
To feel my love as a trickle.
But it is a river, after all.
At times, the dam defeated,
My love will run off course...
In desperate need only
of reaching you.
I do not apologize for
The force
With which
My mighty waters rage.
Only for my inability to
Fully contain or properly regulate it.
In its occasional breach,
It devours bits of earth.
Gathering strength in timber
And salt from stone.
Asking to be seen
Not as destructive.
But rather...
Expansive.
Unbridled.
Forging.
Welcome.
Revered.
For its endless nature.
It’s force.
It’s beauty.
It’s bounty.
This river loves
No less
Than for you to receive
And commune with it.
It is more to be comfort
To its ultimate purveyor
Than to just be the river itself.
It is the enriching reciprocity
That unleashes the
Raw power
That is
The river
And its greatest love.