“Flow gracefully on the River of Life.” What a pretty line and I stole it. HAaaa. I’m sure it’s been repeated in other venues and ‘stolen’ in its loveliness from other sources. Who knows who was first to gather those words and lay them down so eloquently.
Skookumchuck Narrows, British Columbia.
Flow gracefully on the River of Life
Float beneath the Sun and clouds
Laze in the languid rapture of timelessness
Dive deep into the heart of your matters
Ride the waves and tides of life’s give and take
Tread not when the ease of the float gives no resistance
And the get to where you wish to go gathers in rapids
Let the visions of import stream past the have to dos
And the wander of your mind needs no point of view
Be with the sooth of the river in your heart’s harbor
Grace becomes the peace of a wanderer who is not lost
When the river widens and flows out to the great sea
Where no shore is seen in the coral horizon
And the trust of the flow holds it’s own safety
Beneath the vast sky and unseen below
Find grace in Life’s ebb and flow
