The River - Poem by Tyler Howat
Leading to the lasting sea
Is the river of life,
Eternal, never ending.
The river runs from the
Snow-capped peaks; where God Himself
Pours continuously, ceaseless.
Life winds, weaves its way around obstacles
Jutting out, breaking the tranquil yet
Ever-flowing surface of the river.
Midmorning arrives, rays of dazzling
Sunshine accent each wave, each ripple.
A thin, transparent haze lightly
Blankets the river.
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