Why must raging rivers
Spring suddenly into view?
Unannounced,
They swallow
All our hopes and expectations
That formed
When the way was calm.
Swirling and thrashing,
Rapids beat upon our dreams,
Engulfing us in discouragement,
Leaving us to fight the forces alone.
And then in the dark midst,
We feel the grasp
Of a helping hand.
Carefully, it guides us
To shallow shores,
Lifting us above the waves.
We look up
To see the eyes
Of another,
A friend--
Standing at water's edge,
Dripping, but drier,
Having crossed this same river
Before.
Is that why life
Has its raging rivers,
So that someday
We may stretch forth
Our hand
To guide another?
If so,
Then rivers
are worth it.
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Rivers
by Dixie Cragun
Dixie Cragun is a retired elementary teacher who has never stopped teaching. She volunteers to teach the art of story writing and telling. She devotes her time to her passion for family history and helping others search for their family stories.. She also enjoys painting, crafting, cardmaking, and playing music. Dixie has intertwined nature into her soul, which shows in most of her work.
