Stepping into the River
I step into the river with
a heart whispering, “what do I need?”
An answer is not voiced.
But as I sit among the river flowing
I am comforted by the river’s hand -
light and fluid, present yet subtle.
A touch that goes through me rather
than against me.
And as it flows, and in its flowing,
I hear the river’s song.
It is not for me or for my heart,
but it is me - is my heart.
And there within the river,
the whispering stops and the listening begins.