Life Peace by Piece

The River

I am learning a secret.

Years of ebb and flow, and sometimes drought, like a river that runs the test of time.

Where storms pass through the mountains, and waters wind through valleys, carving the rivers path.

Sometimes there is no rain.

Leaving rocks on the riverbed under an unrelenting sun.

And how we choose to love or hate the storms, but how they cleanse and make new.

And how I have learned that you and I are just 2 rocks.

Nestled together fully exposed, on this riverbed, awaiting the next rain.


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