The Sense of Abundance
The sense of abundance
Imparted by the riverside
Can only be contained
In the whole of creation.
I stand on the grassy bank,
Letting reflections lap over me.
Like light on the moving water,
Like trees leaning over to shelter,
Serenity finds its expression.
We follow the impulse of life,
Unsure of our spiritual selves,
And still we perceive the divine.
©2016 Michael Fraley
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