The River

Some men choose to serve the mind

Dissecting data for proof

Sorting facts they are resigned

To searching for some elusive truth

Neatly imprisoned by their thoughts

No visiting dreams are allowed

Vainly they strive to call the shots

And dismiss feelings to the clouds

Others perceive no need for facts

When emotions will suffice

To sail great skies or strand below

Freedom it’s thought is worth its price

But riding passions and cursing bondage

Has yet to budge reality

Its door is locked and opens not

For human’s wind tossed fantasies.

And I find no joy or satisfaction

In joining myself to either life

One would chain me to reason

The other would leave me in strife

It must be acknowledged I bend

To understand or to feel my way through

But peace isn’t found when I spend

Time on these paths I’m pointed to

So I’ve realized the place that I’m to take

Is far from the noise and current illusions

There dwells deep within me a river of faith

That I’ve sworn to protect from darker intrusions

The river instructs and renews me

Sends light throughout me and makes me whole

Comforts my mind and sensitivities

The river inside is the guide to my soul