The river’s life begins as merest drips
meanders round the rocks, the stones, the grit.
She grows in size, in strength, in confidence
until unwelcome nudges grope and press.
She hides, she seeps unnoticed, underground
away from leering trees and lying weeds
she wanders lone, restricted, mute, unknown
Til hope can come and grace can say, “Restore.”
Pure light and truth will daylight river’s life,
Removing silt and weeds and shame and wounds,
Releasing healing hope and peaceful pride,
Her health returns and growth begins, she swells.
The river’s life is shared with kindly friends,
Becoming all her master’s hand intends.
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