While The Blue River Is Flowing - Poem by Jim Boone
Everything is ‘dying’
From the buds of Spring
To the ancient old tree
Every heart is beating
While fears are retreating
From the master class
To youth and mediocrity.
This old Earth is changing
As the seasons are rearranging
Our focus, from physicality
To spirit waiting and soul survivor
With eyeballs on the here and now
And hindsight stretching for a nap
Vanity relaxes its hold on who I Am
For everything and everyone
Springs from a seed
That is growing and going to die.
In the meantime, Fate, walk softly
Or with a big foot; comfort or
Confound me and follow me
Along that blue river
And into eternity.
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