The River

My God do I love you.

From origin to termination.

Across every divide.

Through every dark valley.

Glistening in your rays.

Kissing the banks where I meet you.

With a burn in my chest

Chills through my body.

My breath intentional...

An attempt to contain the enormity

Of what I feel for you.

I know its more comfortable

To feel my love as a trickle.

But it is a river, after all.

At times, the dam defeated,

My love will run off course...

In desperate need only

of reaching you.

I do not apologize for

The force

With which

My mighty waters rage.

Only for my inability to

Fully contain or properly regulate it.

In its occasional breach,

It devours bits of earth.

Gathering strength in timber

And salt from stone.

Asking to be seen

Not as destructive.

But rather...

Expansive.

Unbridled.

Forging.

Welcome.

Revered.

For its endless nature.

It’s force.

It’s beauty.

It’s bounty.

This river loves

No less

Than for you to receive

And commune with it.

It is more to be comfort

To its ultimate purveyor

Than to just be the river itself.

It is the enriching reciprocity

That unleashes the

Raw power

That is

The river

And its greatest love.