One day
A meandering path
Brought Her
To the banks of a River
Shading Her eyes
She looked in the direction
Where the River came from
Noting where levees had been built
To shore up
Erosion from the past
There were also sandbars
Marking the River’s struggles
Before finding its course again
Here and there
She saw where the River’s tears
Branched off into trickles
Disappearing into unseen landscapes
She then looked
In the opposite direction
And saw the River
Still had miles to go
Endless possibilities
Predestined crests and falls
And all the other levels in between
Before it emptied itself
Into the gentle arms of the sea
She watched
The smooth slow moving surface
Of the River
Gently lapping at Her feet
Eddies and whorls
Only hinting
At the depths beneath
Intrigued, unafraid, drawn
To the spirit of the River
She bent down
Dipping Her fingers
To feel
The embrace of the River’s undercurrents
Her words whispered
Only for the River to hear
I do not want to tame you
I want to explore you
I do not want to conquer you
I want to walk beside you
Tendrils of the River
Curled around Her fingers
Like the tiny fist of a child
Grasping
In perfect love and trust
And in that moment
The River became Hers
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