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Ancient River

Ancient River

Hidden from view
An ancient river
Deep and wide
In seeming stillness
Gently covering
Its powerful flowing nature
Fully present it waits

Waiting to
Wanting to
Yet ever patient
It reveals itself fully
Only to those
Bold enough to
To seek it out

Like the ancient river
There is a river of love
Flowing through each of us
Its gentle power can
When we allow it
Transform our lives
And our world



Copyright © 2004 William A. York.
All rights reserved.

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