Jim Harmon

Rookie (1941 / Oklahoma City)

This River - Poem by Jim Harmon

Thus it begins, this river, a dropp of life pure and clean as yet unseen.
Released as before on a quest for more,
one amidst the many.

Though one dropp doth not a river make
nor one life an eternal stream.
Yet it falls as if on call,
filled with Gods own dreams.

Winds may blow, and storms may throw
this dropp far off its course,
Yet where ere it falls it doth recall
the knowledge its been given.

Journey begun, songs yet unsung
some joyful, many sad.
Yet on it flows and continues to grow
on its way back to the Maker.

Life it is, and life it gives
though its body often takes.
Floods and droughts, and many doubts
Continual give and take.

Through forests and fields, gutters and streets,
Sometimes more nurturing than others.
Its on its way back to the eternal sea
to be joined by its many brothers.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
To the earth all mortals return
While the River of Life flows on and on
Each drop, a soul, rebirth!

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 26, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, December 26, 2011

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