Holy River

Holy river that be

you won’t sink me.

Beneath the water

sinks reality

Young ones jump into the river

and peer into the abyss

What’s down there?

They all wonder

So they dive in

and years go by fighting serpents

all to find their treasure

and rise upward again

Satisfied, they build their raft little by little

and wave to the other happy rafts

that look so at ease not having to

dredge treasure from the river

What a wonderful world it is

floating in the holy river, together.

A broken raft lies on the riverbank

What has gone wrong there?

Another companionship broken

abandoning their construction

In the holy river it does not matter

if you sink, swim or ride together

It makes no judgments

it’s up to you to decipher the benefits

How did it go over there?

No matter, it’s past.

The river stops for no man

despite their swimming backward

It’s in passing we see the

wonders of creation and

horrors of destruction.

Each little treasure falls by the wayside

so you cast your line out for another

and hope for escape from the former

What was it, anyway?

Did you see it?

Or was it just captured?

One day, it’ll be upon us

to see through the wonders

and save ourselves from the horrors.

One day, it’ll be upon us

to accept the creation

and reject the destruction.

Holy river that be

Is it time that moves you

or do we float unto eternity?