the river on Sunday
the river, not so blue yet comforting
seemed to call my name
I drove to investigate
curious as to what the Universe would share
or not divulge
maybe I simply needed the walk
a grassy path, shared with butterflies
bees
my mind, flustered due to an early morning
news I cannot control, the world and its quaking
I disdain my incessant need to research, explore the darkness
what is beyond my control
listening
I settled upon a message
a realization
what I most likely already knew
but similar to church, I had to go to receive
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Wonderful! I especially love “curious as to what the Universe would share” and ” I had to go to receive.”
This all flowed like your river, this emotional quest so many of us are on.