By Arethabelle Ewa Smith

“a large natural stream of fresh water flowing along a definite course, usually into the sea, being fed by tributary streams”


I have come to your river to surrender

that i might drift away

on a current set for me

on a promise of no destruction

lest the flood sweep me


I have come to your river to be purified

submerge me for i am stained of spirit

that my lungs might drink your freshwater

only here is there breath


I have come to your river to be reborn

having heard the tide and the wade and 

the promise of freedom

emancipate me by your nature 


I have to come to your river to drink

of the holy water that i might never thirst again

even as I race

from Babylon to Jordan

your river breathes life into me



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