Rivers know no rest,
just the flowing, crashing of rock,
down into granite pools.
Listen to it sleep for a moment, gathered,
only to stir from dream, awake once more.
Sit with me for a little while.
Take solace, here on this cliff,
and await the vision,
fragmentary glimpses,
that only solitude may show.
Rise now, sleeper!
Return with me a ways
down gently curving banks.
Let us close our eyes to weep,
for each step is further than before.
Unknown rapids await the traveler,
tethered only by simple knots
I have, by love’s mystery,
been graced to weave.
All rivers must end in oceans.
Samuel Weddington 