The Rivers

Divine presence is anesthesia for
For my soul,
My soul is the river that flows even
In the cold when it’s 32 below,
Below my cerebral roads where
I deplete the voices of my ego
I continue to row this mental
Sailboat along the tides
Amongst the waters of growth,
This river of consciousness keeps
Me afloat,
Staying afloat is a miracle,
A miracle that births hope,
Hope is a trail that is invisible,
Yet this invisible trail is the
Life long path that I coast

– Nick F. Hawkins

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