Where Rivers Run

Along the path where rivers run,
where glitter sparkles over glistening rocks,
I find a sanctuary for reflective worship.

A series of meaningful memories stored
delicately in my mind for moments as these. 
I become aware of the purpose of living.

And I give praise for the pain and sorrows.
And I give praise for sweeter times before
today, along with ones as yet to be offered.
 
For in all my days of living and learning,
where the road turns and comes back again,
I give thanks for the wonder-filled journey.


9/4/2016