Sunday, March 22, 2009

Calling Hours

2 Samuel 14:14

Cry, but know your tears will not help
carry me down the Yellow Creek,
where I will meet so many other
happy rafters in the Ohio River –
kick our feet and let our fingers

dangle in the waters. We will tie
our rafts together as we swing
into the Mississippi, hold hands,
anticipate which way the current
turns and ride the stream with glee.

Your grief will dampen the soil,
trickle through the earth to crease
a way from tributary to the slated
river bed, swallowed by waters
rushing to the broadest sea,

where I will sink into the depths
of light, dive beneath the surface,
like so many others, to be free.


  1. This is really nice..and I liked how you wrapped up the last two stanzas-
    I've been working on a different river theme myself..
    Have a great day-

  2. Lovely poem. It reminds me of the Boise River,sadness, and the joy of water.