The River's Pupil
1.23.04 - Eric Blauer

The Lord provides even men
who lose their way with pools
to quench their thirst.
-Psalms 84:6

There is something about deep waters,
that beckons to my soul.
Deep calls to deep, the psalmist moans.
It is a truth that echoes most alive
in the presence of a river,
that has gathered itself together
in a watery womb.

Meandering streams in fading summer's light,
Gentle fragrances of meadow flowers soothing crinkled brow.
The melodic whispering of stately mountain pines,
is as intoxicating as any of earths pleasures.

The mystery of it's dancing colors
and shimmering light,
like a sirens call,
has often lured me into her cool waters.
Whether in season or out,
The pull of the depths
Has quickly overtaken my more sensible self.

I'm a fool for the deep.

The soul is seen in ones eyes, they say.
And like the beautiful eyes of Eden,
a river's pupils…
are her pools.

The spell cast by her glances,
And the touch of her invigorating hands,
has more than once,
helped this lost man
find his way again.