Poetry

By Phyllis Reed
The River Speaks
By Phyllis Reed (12.27.20)

Listen closely the river speaks.
Sometimes it’s raging
Sometimes just a whisper.
The deeper it runs
The clearer is its voice.

And what of humans
Are our voices similar?
The river becomes our metaphor.
Lean in close and listen
To ancient wisdom’s call.

Crashing on the surface rocks
Emotions create rage.
Stones of Life seem hard and sharp.
As we resist their crossing
We choose to suffer long.

The river runs on toward the deep
Its flow becomes its whisper.
It has no need to suffer long.
Our rocks are just the call of pain
They have not come to stay.

The river creates continuous flow
It will not stand in rage.
Our hearts can choose the very same.
Emotions splash and often speak
Listen, let them pass.

The quiet of the moving river
Now resting in our deep.
The mind reflects our troubled times.
Emotions announce our pain.
Wisdom flows in whispers.