I Crossed a Wild River

Linking with Imaginary Gardens for The Tuesday Platform brought to us by Pat


Change always comes bearing gifts. ~Price Pritchett


I crossed a wild river of all that was
and I lost all that I left behind
winds of change can be unmerciful
and even more so unkind

cobble stone and mortar
foundation and rail
oh the stories they hold 
if they had a voice to tell the tale

So much devastation so much change
lives lost, piles of rubble
and life's plans rearranged

but through it all
 we have grown strong and wise
rebuilt buildings, recovered homes
and repaired lives

Humanity is resilient 
and courageous in storm and loss.
man gives all when all can seem lost

So looking back now 
under a sunny and cloudless sky
I can see the miracles 
that in crisis did arise

for once I crossed a wild river of all that was
and I lost all I had before
but in the process
 I also gained so much more.

The Fear of Falling

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Fear is the highest fence.  ~Dudley Nichols

It is the falling that always gets to us
that keeps a person away from the scenic edge

holding tight to the railing for safety
distancing one's feet from the outer ledge.
That feeling of utter loss of control
when there is nothing below our feet
and the uncertainty of the landing
becomes another excuse to surely retreat.
For falling in love is a force that takes us off the beaten path
and if we choose to follow, it takes all the courage we have.




 linking with Poet's United for the Mid Week Motif ~ "Courage"