The River Of Life

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

The River of Life '25

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