runaway river | a song

the music is here

may I be the river

you made me to be

may I be the river that

runs underneath all the

doubt and distortion

the deluge, the drain

the clouded contortion

the prelude of pain

may Life flow within me

may warmth fill the holes

may Light glow when windy

and grow between souls

since Love is the answer

whatever we ask

since Breath is a Dancer

in whom we are to bask

we fall with the rain

and we rise with the moon

a runaway train

and the dreading of doom

gratitude hovering

weary and blue

the beauty and suffering

equally true

~

thanks,

Ann Patchett

and "Tom Lake"

for those last lines