The Rivers Edge....

I am standing at the rivers edge.
Sounds of peace, tranquility and serenity.
All of these, without hesitation, speak to me.
Calming flow of the current wraps itself around my soul.

The distorted reflection of me is true to life.
I see myself just as the river sees me.
Unlike my inner compass, aimless and without direction,
The river has a purpose, a plan and a path to travel.

It would be easy to jump into the river and just go.
Unknown destinations upon the wake we wander in wonder.
Is the walk we take daily in life really any different?
Life exists as does the river, sometimes shallow, sometimes deep.

I always hear sink or swim from the rivers voice in my head.
Standing on the bank and watching it go by is not an option.
Immersing oneself in the water is the only way to live life.
Once engulfed by the wetness, only then can life be experienced.

Floating along you see pale, blank faces along the rivers bank.
Hands folded, eyes black, focused on the water and tears flow.
Are these people lost in their fear or can they not see the water?
Your thoughts are screaming at these lost souls to jump into the river.

Fear can cripple you and prevent you from entering the river.
Nobody knows what the future holds, but without one step, the end is certain.
Aimless journeys, countless disappointments and sadness await the fearful.
The river is life, and life is the river, so wade in and begin to live.