The River

Margaret V.Doran

God held me at the edge of the river
to let me absorb its meaning
strong with current, wide and deep
a mighty and powerful river
but calm and gentle in its shoals
and on the bank, three rush baskets
waiting to embark
the first contained a baby sent with love
the second, a funeral canoe,
shrouded the body of one who was wise,
        so wise
and the third waited for me
to begin a journey through the
        river of time and ancestry
        to a new beginning

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Updated March 13, 2005
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