The River

The rivers calling my name

I walk by it sometime releasing the parts of my soul that causes me shame

Daily worshipping the Holy Spirit that blows in the breeze

Lifting up my voice ministering poetry to the trees

All while the rivers calling my name

 Oh how I Desire loving a soul as loyal as mind

Never having to compromise my integrity

Still preserving my legacy

 I raise my voice and sing victory

I press on with so much more to gain

all while the rivers calling my name

 As the river shout for me I continue to Pray for liberty

As I worship thee

Holding steed fast

that this two shall pass

Continuing to release that part of my soul that causes me shame

All while the river now softy whispers my name.

 


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frederic   frederic wrote
on 11/14/2009 5:00:39 PM
Of course, the crux of this poem inheres in the reason that the river is calling out to you. We have to take your personal symbolism here that you are confessing to it, rather than the traditional symbolism of re-birth, as in Huckleberry Finn. Because the river is a place for you to unbosom yourself of guilt, you find a psychological release in going toward it. More power of its strength to heal is assumed in the religious meaning that you ascribe to it. Excellent.

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