They say
We all end up in the ocean.
Do we?
On their way, some like the
Lash their fury every passing year
Without a miss.
Some rivers make nations
As they shape their paths.
Some rivers dry up.
But is that the end of the journey?
The river exists everywhere:
In the mountains, in the hills, in the plains,
Combing through fertile fields, and
Lazying through plateaus.
And in the sea, all at the same time.
My past, my future strung like beads in a string?
Am I not just like a river?
On a song?
1 comment:
Life is like a river, with its ups and downs, twists and turns, fierce swirls or ... just gently wandering. Just like all rivers finally merge in the sea, all souls ...one day will also merge with the Maker.
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