The River Of Life

A river of life shapes a jagged rock into a pebble, resisting sin’s lure to find grace.

I’ve come forward, stolen new words and phrases incorporating them into the file I have secreted in my safe. I've improved my craft but I’m still a dumb-a**...

The River of Life 2015 (My Original Version)

My life is like a river, flowing from my births beginning, to my dying end,
As I'm passing rightly between the two sides,
They are both wrong, and glorious temptations, in the form of sweet succulent slivers in the sides.
They are set to distract and woo, from the narrow path that is the river of life.
Therefore, I am but a jagged rock, tumbling over and over, cracked and splintered until I'm matured,
Worn smooth, with no cracks to be hooked or snagged, just smoothness as I slide right by the traps.
At the end of life's journey, I've become like a shining, smooth, river pebble;
My soul, the being, passes into the Spiritual realm.


The River of Life 2025 (My Revised Version)

My life is like a river, from birth to my dying end. Between the two banks, I tumble, bashed, battered, and fractured by the rumble. Each bank holds seductive temptations, both false and free, boasting sweet slivers of sin on the edges to contaminate me.

They beckon me with beguiling ware; they're calling, swaying, a Siren’s snare, daring to pull me from the channel, the river's narrow care. I'm a jagged rock, tumbling through, cracked, chipped, fractured, renewed. Time and the tide bring my soul to grace. Smooth at last, I glide with ease, no crevice to catch or snag to seize. At my journey's end, I’m now a smooth pebble. I lived the dream, and now I’m polished by life's relentless stream — My soul slips softly into the Spirit's light.

—Noisy Wren