Waterfall

by jimowensjr

I stood,

watching and

listening;

 

She threw herself down the mountain,

covering me with her baptismal mist;

her violent rage

washing and

banking and

bending and

relentless,

over stones,

across the fallen oak

a casualty of

storms long past;

 

Splashing from the confines of her banks,

carving new paths

through the tumult

and confusion

of a once gentle stream;

waters from a far away place,

the remnant of some storm in another

time and another place;

 

She fell roaring,

venting,

exorcising herself,

falling into swirling eddies

of contentment;

 

Placid,

her soul at rest,

she tarried a bit

resting,

gathering strength,

wandering this way

and that,

searching,

longing,

until she found her way

and was gone;

 

 

I stood

watching and

listening,

and straining to hear he voice;

 

 

And I did.

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