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Endless River Flow

Overflowing river banks, Rolling down with ease, Never work to roll down stream, Are carried all the way. When Dams are built, the rivers cannot bleed. That unnatural bandage stops the flow, Halting where the rivers go, Not allowing them to play. But force Of river breaks through weaker dam, And gently carries on. Flow, […]

By Greg Danner

May 26 2009

Overflowing river banks, Rolling down with ease, Never work to roll down stream, Are carried all the way. When Dams are built, the rivers cannot bleed. That unnatural bandage stops the flow, Halting where the rivers go, Not allowing them to play. But force Of river breaks through weaker dam, And gently carries on. Flow, river, flow! Not knowing even where to go, but Laughing all the way. It sings its Purpose, to glide on down the stream, Refreshing children’s toes, without Knowing why, like the fragrance of A garden rose. Never shall this river Cease to heal our souls, whose purpose, Too, is to nourish other souls. Tragic Loss of souls of all, whenever they forget The blessing of a flowing life, And swim against the flow. The river Teaches us to dance, merrily to glide, But somehow some are still afraid To make surrender their lucky bride. So as the rivers flow, our souls would Do well to see that their fluid Ride down that river bank leads to The greater sea. And when the rivers Of the world cease to roll along, Contented souls that came to know That life’s a flowing song, will never Cease their flowing, but gently carry on, In a higher kind of knowing, when the world Shall die away, our souls will stroll Forevermore, with each new dawn of day.