Poem From An Old Notebook    (transcribed 11-17)

I sorted through old dreams the other day
Wishes I had laid away,
Wrapped in resignation, tied with prayer,
Put aside, though once they seemed so fair.
It's easier to see them now as past
Unmarked by how I held them fast
And fiercely tried to make them all come true
Their promise now I can subdue.
But you, oh God, you saw them too,
And what I could not know, you knew,
The grace or pain, my gain, or lack,
I learn anew to let them be
And yet once more leave them with thee.

The river proceeds with single purpose- moving on!
One might wish to learn the secret of determination
From such quiet water here, soon to be transformed
And forced to leap against rocks and varied banks.
Undaunted, it will carry on to bring the surf the mountain's kiss
Gentle now but in its depths a heart not meant to sleep.
It has a rendezvous to keep.

August 2017
Written at Brian & Donna's place- 'on the river'.