There is a river

 

I'm still thinking of that spring
whose source is deep within you  -
how it orients you
even if you hardly sense it there

And I'm thinking of the welling up,
the rising that no spring resists
that pushes what would block it
clean away

There is a river,
yes, there is a river,
there is peace like a river
surging forward without end

And yes, it calls you,
it calls your spring forth -
you have flowed into it
before you knew you would.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 26, 2020