Thursday, March 29, 2012

The River...




There is a river flowing
Not through earth’s pasture-land
Where buttercups are blowing
And shores are made of sand

There is a river gleaming
Not with slow, silver tide
Where now we lie a-dreaming
Against our lover’s side

There is a river running
No isle of barefoot bliss
Where summer-hearts are sunning
And old hearts reminisce

There is a river winding
Not through the tumbled grass
Nor ‘gainst the earthen binding
That holds its waters fast

There is a river roaring
Into a boundless sea
Its rushing waters pouring
Into eternity

There is a river passing
Twixt earth and Heaven's shore
Our final, farewell crossing
Into…forevermore

© Janet Martin

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