The River of Drowning

Although it is late in the day of our life

it is not too late to pick up what has fallen

to fix what was broken

to bring light where there was darkness
 
We must set out

take the first step

begin the journey


There is a world and a lifetime of difference

in merely drifting down the river of life

or taking the tiller
 
All rivers run to the sea

but

rapids need careful planning

there are rocks to avoid

falls that must be portaged


To merely drift with the river

and not to steer


is to waste the time of our life

on uneeded difficulty

and unnecessary problems

that could be avoided

There is so much that cannot be avoided

So

let us take
 
the rudder of our life


Grasp it as firmly as we can


Steer our boat by some star

aim for some home

even if distant. . .
 
Knowing full well

we know not where we are bound

Like Odysseus

that ancient sojourner

who visited many lands

he did not intend to

in his time of wandering

 

And

we will meet other travelers upon this trackless ocean


Freely and gladly we will offer our help and blessings


Traveling this way

we will not fall into despair


And
If we come into a strange and unknown land
We will find friends and help 

miraculously

Always when we need it
 
 
There is a beauty in everything

when we embrace it


There is ugliness in anything

we exclude from our loving


 
Beauty is not a mood of mind


It is the feeling heart

filled with joy


Ugliness is not a feeling of the heart


But the judgment of mind


Divorced from feeling


 
Feeling cannot find ugliness


But only be wounded in Love and sympathy


Mind can approximate beauty


But not move ecstatically with it


Only the feeling heart can step the dance

and
 
So we laugh and

love and are full of praise

for this river of life


This river of life in which we all

will one day drown