HOW GOOD IT IS
TO STOP BESIDE THE WATER’S EDGE!
I CAN’T FEEL WHAT DAY THIS IS.
I ONLY KNOW THE SUN UPON MY FACE
AND THAT EVERY TIME I RETURN TO THIS PLACE,
RIVER LOW OR HIGH, THAT
I AM ONLY I.
BARBED WIRE HAS BEEN DEVOURED
BY THIS RIVERTREE--
WILL IT BE SO
WITH OLD BOUNDARIES AND ME?
WILL IT BE SO WITH OLD ANGER?
ONLY LOVE SHOULD BE GUARANTEED
THE HONOR OF ETERNITY--
NOTHING ELSE COULD MATTER!
© Gerry Sackett, 2017
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| Entrapment, Oak, Wire, and Mist Photo by Bob Embleton from Wikimedia Commons |
