Getting Better
Stand by a small stream,
creek or rivulet and listen.
Listen how water
finds its way around the stones
or logs lying in shallows.
Though you do not know
the language let it flow
into your mind and soothe.
This in a world that seems
to be flying apart. At that
small stream and with
both feet planted and ears open,
arrive at where you are.
Then, as you move forward
mulling its murmured monologue,
take its blessing with you.
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Thank you ! I read your poem just before taking my dogs for a walk along my small stream and I carried your words with me, adding them to the stream’s message. Blessings to you, Gene. Edie Quinn.
Just reading your poem takes me to the clearing along the spring-fed creek that flows near our cabin, and reminds me to re-center myself. Thank you.
Comforting words and mental images. Soothes my soul in these, indeed trying times.
I I had a dog I would take it for a walk just now, keeping my eyes and ears more open. Think I should go anyway.
Beautiful words Gene.
Your neighbor