I am in a river, flowing steady and strong, it twists and turns for what feels to be far too long.
Feels like im in the deep, struggling to swim above the water, all around me are people on land, none care for me as i reach out desperately with my hand.
Ive been in this river for quite some time but still may have a while to go, i cant see the end quite yet but the water’s at least a bit more shallow.
I haven’t lived in this river my whole life, in fact I’ve been on land many times, most times i was thrown back in the water, but sometimes i just jumped in, i must keep faith there is an end.
The problem i have with the river is impatience at the core, when i see a way out i jump for it, but i should know by now ill always end up wanting more.
Its hard to tell where the river ends so we often make mistakes, we leave the river for solid ground but it simply crumbles beneath our feet.
The river has widened due to my follies so I just keep floating trying to keep faith that God has made my river well and that the end of the river holds a beautiful shell.
I jumped from the river for shells in the past, but none of them were right, none of them could last.
I look back on the shells i held and the solid ground on which i stood, i think of the result and I’m in a different mood.
The river is not so bad, in fact it keeps us from harm, i must hold out until i reach the end, there i will see my perfect shell’s charm.
I am in a river, flowing steady and strong, it twists and turns for what I’m sure couldn’t be too terribly long.