Flow, deeply reaching
depth to depth
and beyond we flow.
We trail and tear tears of rivulets and
rivers deep beyond the best of now
and the most grievous of what is to come.
Flow, feel, fret the ache across miles
of all that shakes us human, reaching high,
sinking low and lowly down to all,
all we have been and will be.
We grow and wind a path past the hurt,
and on to the next hurt, the next shadow ‘til
the sun shines and scatters our darkness in light’s warmth.
Until.
Until the next run,
the next tear,
the next hurt –
we bear our lives
into the sun.
And on.
And on.
jruthkelly © 2009
J. Ruth Kelly 
And I look at the picture of the warm river here, as mine is just starting to melt out in a fury from under the snow… so far, but so close?
Strange, I was waiting for you to come home, I knew you would have just the right words to say. Thank you. You did. And this poem… I’m not good with words right now… but it is so beautiful.
gg
I can only say that the right words are born of the inspiration of your own life and others who show by their living just how sweet life is. I so missed my rhythm of being in touch with your world. Funny how tribes grow together from the remotest places. Glad for you…jr