TO THE RIVER

To the river I come by a thrice-known way

through a shadowy oaken stand,

as each autumn pastel turns a shade of gray

and each limb an enfolding hand.

 

Borne in body and mind and the soul, all three

on this leaf-layered, loamy road

are the burdens of lost tranquility

and the depth of thanksgiving owed.

 

A mysterious melding of land and limbs

with the river’s lamenting flow

brings a chanting of praise in ancient hymns

on a tune that I seem to know.

 

Now the body, the mind, and the soul, all sing

in a chorus of wind in trees;

and renewal in each of the three will bring

a most grateful life to its knees.

The Cahaba River at Living River Camp and Conference Center near West Blocton, AL

The Cahaba River at Living River Camp and Conference Center near West Blocton, AL

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