A River

I am learning a secret.

Years of ebb and flow, and sometimes drought, like a river that runs the test of time.

Storms pass through the mountains, and waters crash down, winding through the valleys.

Sometimes there is no rain, leaving rocks on the riverbed under an unrelenting sun.

We can choose to love or hate the storms, but how they cleanse and make new.

And how I’ve learned that he and I are 2 rocks.

Nestled together, fully exposed and awaiting the next rain.

 

© cs, 2018

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