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

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