The Song of the River ~

I was reading a journal my Great Gram gave me. She would write her prayers out, poems that she loved and admired. Poems that she even wrote herself. I love this journal. She is no longer with us. But her memory is engraved in my heart.

I started thinking about some of the photos I have taken, and decided to put them on this post to go with this poem... "water runs down to the spring ~ and the spring into a turbulent fountain ~ runs down to the riotous river ~ and the river flows to the sea." It is all pretty amazing.

The Song of the River ~

The snow melts on the mountain.
And the water runs down to the spring,
And the spring in a turbulent fountain,
With a song of youth to sing,
Runs down to the riotous river,
And the river flows to the sea,
And the water again
Goes back in rain
To the hills where it used to be.
And I wonder if life's deep mystery
Isn't much like the rain and the snow
Returning through all eternity
To the places it used to know.
For life was born on the lofty heights
And flows in a laughing stream,
To the river below
Whose onward flow
Ends in a peaceful dream.
And so at last,
When our life has passed
And the river has run its course,
It again goes back,
O'er the selfsame track,
To the mountain which was its source.
So why prize life
Or why fear death,
Or dread what is to be?
The river ran
Its allotted span
Till it reached the silent sea.
Then the water harked back
To the mountain-top
To begin its course once more.
So we shall run
The course begun
Till we reach the silent shore.
Then revisit earth
In a pure rebirth
From the heart of the virgin snow.
So don't ask why
We live or die,
Or whither, or when we go,
Or wonder about the mysteries
That only God may know.

~ William Randolph Hearst