Debris

6/25/08

Debris

Turbulent waters, once gently flowing,
through the rippling streams of life.
Ever feeling , yet never knowing,
Of its wake of stress and strife.

Rapids caused by the fallen debris,
From the storms of times gone bye.
too deep below to be set free,
Until a tear falls from my eye.

slowly falling, gently rolling,
increasing as they go.
suddenly a river is flowing,
Washing away the debris below.

Jim McMillen
From My collection
THE BENEFIT OF LIGHT
COPY WRITE 2007