The Gravity of Water

The water rushes past,
swollen and wild from last night’s rain,
it leaps into the air with every stone
that stands in its way,
frothy and desperate to move,
to not stay still and stagnate.

Fish swim hard in the current,
a little progress until they rest
and are swept back,
staying in the same pool,
day after day.

I have chosen to surrender,
to let the currents that call my soul
carry me,
to join their dance, their journey
and trust the God who made me
to choose the destination,
and simply enjoy
the journey.

About this poem

I’ve kinda given up on plans. Clearly God has his own ideas. I’m just along for the ride.

Tom

PS – the picture was taken at the river just below Niagra Falls.