ENCOURAGEMENT | POETRY | INSPIRATION
From Humble Beginnings Comes The River Of Life
How you begin is only where you start
Inconspicuous atop a mountain range
Just where your walking boot heel bequeathed a dent
A trickle of tears from a cloud baptized me
To give me a splashing genesis at life
In time I grew virulent, keen as a stream
That scurried after winding, rugged terrain
The wind in my hair, on the journey downslope
Sent me past valleys, ridges, weed patches, bogs
Great relish that swelled and propelled me down fast
Until my convoy and I met the river
By and by, my lungs augmented in spirit
My flow sped so that I could no longer tell
Where I ended, and its filament began
But through some miraculous onset of sorts
Conquered lands, eroded rocks & land around
Until we made canyons, valleys, and gorges
Plants and wildlife gather around your river
Cities get constructed around your river
The river of life: essential to all life
Whose humble tortuous beginnings prospered
From a boot heel dent bequeathed up a mountain
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With heartwarming appreciation to the editors of Blue Insights Publication for publishing my poem and to you for reading it and commenting.
May all good things come to us all this month. Yes, something like miracles!
