The River

The Upper River, bursting with spring rains, overflows its banks.

Moving rapidly, these living waters race toward the rock cliff

and dive down into the lower river,

a receptacle yearning to receive.

Cascading, bashing, thrusting around the rocky nooks,

the water runs, pouring out torrents of life

to be swallowed by the hungry river below.

At the base of the falls, water spews with urgency.

Diving deeply into the watery depths,

this river pummels into bedrock, then rises up to splash again.

She thrusts around boulders, stirs up a vortex, and leaps high.

She rolls and boils, like a purifying cauldron, 

spewing up spring run off and winter’s lingering froth.

This river is intent on being filled 

and filled and filled and filled again.

She seeks deeper waters;  her barely controlled energy rushes forward on the current.

She dashes through the channel to break up rocky impediments

and to shove felled branches out of the way.

Further along her natural path, when the season is right,

this river will offer up its banks as a garden for God’s fruit trees.  

She makes God’s people glad, 

and in the right time, her fruit will be used for food and her leaves for healing,

The Upper River, the head waters, is the Spirit of God,

the living waters which flow from the throne of the Lamb.

This lower river is being filled.

She rolls onward to extend God’s peace and favor to the peoples.

She is a gushing stream, bubbling up on behalf of others,

to wash away impurities and to offer divine delights. 

This river is the you, the woman of God.

In Christ,