River Of Troubles
This physical life is a river of troubles;
we are the landscape, it’s shaping;
sometimes it’s calm; then it doubles;
there seems no way of escaping.
Some think we are physical, for eternity;
that heaven is some form of earth;
but, that is not what was meant to be;
in death; we return to our birth.
Life was never meant as a continuum;
to grow; there must be rain;
nor is life, simply one; and we’re done;
from loss; there must be gain.
We think there’s some who have it easy;
living in the lap of luxury;
fear of losing it, makes them queasy;
their future is not ours to see.
Eternity is an ocean of raging seas;
only our love can keep us warm;
troubles brings us all to our knees;
there’s a calm before every storm.
Rivers of life flow into that ocean;
troubles define every path;
troubled waters; stir our devotion;
coming from love; not wrath.
This physical life is a river of troubles;
we are the landscape, it’s shaping;
sometimes it’s calm; then it doubles;
there is no way of escaping.
Monty 3.10.26. # 3,203