Photo and poem by Shawn Bailey

Cacophony can find

no breath here

at the river.


He is devoid of comfort

in this place where

peace happens…


…so, sing to me

oh river of calm,

a symphony of stillness.


Sing to me,

Sing to me,

the lyrics of refreshment.


Bring to me,

sweet pallet of rest,

a resurrected purpose.


Give to me,

in full generosity,

the gift of attending.


River of my dreams,

lingering next to you,

I hear with clarity,


the purest voice of all.