The Rio Grande on a late summer evening
Never will I remain as pure at heart
As the waters which flow from these hills
With each drop a new beginning
A promise of life
An unselfish journey
Without pride nor prejudice
With the melting of the snow
The mountain breathes
Frees herself
Shakes free
A great thawing of the land
As the water collects
Mounts
Builds
Comes together to create a mighty force
Lets loose the waters that gush from her hillsides
In the warm afternoon sun of early spring
Only to be rejuvenated again
As the snow surely will fall
At the passing of the seasons
The passing of time
The winter’s storage feeds the veins
Of the thirsty valley below
Continues the surge
Allows the promise to carry on
Lightening the heavy load
Every day a new beginning
Cleansed by the flow of waters
The tainted earth from the surrounding banks
These waters are coursed to rinse
Collecting the silt of our greed
Our selfishness
Our fears and hatred
From those that walk the surrounding lands
Build and take and steal from the land
And claim our motives otherwise
Sediment settles deep in the still pools
Rank and rancid in the icy depths
Hidden in the dregs
The darkness in the bright waters
I learn to accept the blame
Unable to rise above
And perhaps you just pretend
Or close your eyes and see only the surface
Would I not be better to do the same?
Can we float above the muddy depths
In the clear of the river
The purity of the flow
And free ourselves from our past?
What about the past of others?
Can the waters wash us clean?
And still the river flows innocent and unsullied
As I dip myself in the icy waters
And seek the relief and release from my failings
Will I defile the waters
Or will the waters purify me?
Off to Ditch Camp!
We’ll be home at the end of the weekend. May it be a good week for you all, and hopefully, no more snow up there for us…
In the meanwhile, if you have time, please check out the horse blog (click HERE to view) where we posted a new Floyd Story this week (finally… sorry!).