River
gathering place
the family meet again
all life is here in this moment
precious.
walking to or from the city
passing the place where first
the river spoke to me
hearing my father in the rills
trills and permanently changing
scene
stopping a while seeking
neither consolation
or confirmation
being with more than enough
to remind me
recollection
centres
anchors the chaos.
You see,
the time is coming
when salt loses its taste
as predicted
all human life is there
the rants, raves, loves and desires
documented for all
nothing new under the sun
all is vanity
and in the end harvest
to be turned over
until like lifeless wheat
becomes the means of life
crushed grape
converts the mood.
At first we thought in straight lines
it made sense fitted the evidence
but then
upon further investigation
light bent
gravity won
and everything became relative
related in a joyful death
in which nothing could be lost
to a God who counted sparrows.
Returning again
and again
discovering new songs
along old paths
happiness these days
comes not so much
as a feeling
but as a deep knowing
no longer searched for
presents itself silently now
with generous grace
drawing up alongside life
and I at last belong
where I always did.
