Poemattic: Poetry and Art for the Soul

Langston said,

“My soul has grown deep like the rivers.”

I always knew exactly what he meant.

I was very young when I first saw a river

close up and personal.

Its Rippling mesmerized me.

the moss-covered rocks

served as stepping-stones

to a safe haven.

I want to go with the flow

Feel its timeless energy,

fugitive from the craziness

and elusive like the butterfly

I ask it to overflow

abundance to those who need it the most

 

“My soul has grown deep like the rivers.”

Langston said.

sun rays glisten on the liquid crystal

and I listen to its secrets

and to the whispers from the heavens above

a mindful moment

“There is a river whose streams

make glad the city of God…”

And I feel at peace again.