How Do I Get To The Rivers Edge? Poem by Sarah Sisson

How do I deliver myself to the bank of a
stream that flows not unlike a gutter?
No not the pretty fall of the blessings
of rain but the current that rides rough
and dangerous. Can I see through this mist?

You see, only if a take the moment,
piece the stride and range the
spectrum, can I can go with a flow
that is true life and abundance.

These are days to be relished
not squandered. No backlash. Just the peace of
the wind. The water is a nuisance, however,
we must sail on the top of its rapid texture...

...and pace it. I will hold on to my dreams
as they pass the banks time after time
because this is the truth that life brings.
No coating.. just let go and take the pieces
that fall into place. No matter what, have faith
that you will one day make it dry to the rivers edge.

Copyright 12-24-2008 ©® Sarah Sisson