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The Flowing River
by Lew Duffey → (All Poetry by Lew Duffey)
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The river flows on because it has no choice but to go where the powers of nature takes it. Our life goes on also for we cannot stop the clock. We are like the rippling brook which becomes a creek and finally a river. We do not stop until we have reached the golden gates just as the river knows it must travel to the sea.

Life is like a river flowing downstream towards its goal; the sea. It sometimes moves quietly along and sometimes as rapid as can be. It flows around turns and past obstacles; stones, rocks and sometimes hard to travel places. Life will travel on, without stopping no matter what obstacles it faces. Just like the river; life starts out as a stream small and weak. The river of life moves onward and gains water from streams and sometimes is joined by a creek. The river flows not alone for these others add to its continual flow. It pays no mind to where it goes for it has no way to know. As the river reaches the waterfall it feels no cause for alarm. As the waterfall calls it over the edge, it flows into Gods Holy Arms. Down comes the falls but it isn�t really falling. The water of the river is reaching upward for it hears the Master calling. Such it is with life and what an exciting adventure our Lord has given. It is a wondrous trip through all of life that ends with eternity in Heaven.

Reviewed by SHERRY HEIM

Reviewed on September 9, 2007

What a peaceful beauty this is Lew, nature and life are the same, though often it appears that we forget that truth. If only we would learn to live in harmony with her, learn from her; instead, we continually try to harness her and quell her sage lessons. Very nice write.
Take care,
Sherry

Reviewed by Jill Eisnaugle

Reviewed on September 8, 2007

This is a beautiful depiction of the waterfall as it leads us on the pathway to Heaven. Thanks, Lew. Isn't it funny how we, as writers, often spark creativity among our ranks?

Take care,
Jill

Reviewed by Kathy Armijo

Metaphors are my favorite way of stating what sometimes takes volumes to portray. We each have a uniquely different way of looking at something [say - river] and envisioning its meaning.

I like how your 'river' ends - in eternity with Him.

God bless you,
Kathy

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Pretty write and pic, Lew; very well done! BRAVO!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D