Word River

 

Words once ran through my mind like a river

falling from the rains of Heaven

carving canyons of hope and love in their wake

washing away the layers of regret

and replenishing the soils of faith

so that providence may grow.

Now the river is dammed by anger and resentment

the bricks of the dam cemented with frustration

and teeming with rage-full bricks the dam stands firm

but every dam must burst as the waters build up behind it

and the words will flow freely once more.

Yet the words are still standing at the brink

slowly trickling over the side

with only the promise of what is to come

but such promise is sweet.