The River Passing
These rocks have stood here
Since the beginning of time
Wet from the tears of a frothing river
Held in place with yearning and defiance
Set before your crossing,
To lusher grass and fertile fruits
Have no fear, the path has been trodden before
These stones lay open palmed
Just steps away from the promised land
In time, tears will erode these hands
In the river passing
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