God my river

The river that runs

that sweeps you quickly down

that sings against rocks

that gurgles and

never ever stops

in the day it rages

at night by moonlight

on and on

and forever can be counted on

to do what rivers do

to go where rivers will go

to forge new ways if it sees fit

and yet we cannot predict it

a life of it's own

with purpose so strong

beaconing to you

to hop on an inner tube

and ride with it,

"just jump on in!"

~C