Deep within our mortal minds
We hear her gentle stream
Battles fought ravished by time
Starry nights and sun-filled days
Upon her granite poised
Where Prophets prayed upon her banks
O´er shadowed now with noise.
Yet peace she brings with every stone
Where faltering birds do nest
And otters with their children come
To take their peace and rest.
In her divine appointed flow
Good leaves no saddened thoughts
For change is named upon her brow
With no heightened sense of loss.
And by her banks sweet angels flow
Attending to their wards
While we wait, there comes sad moods
With only darker thoughts.
Yet sweet repose and Love are here
For all who hear her song
Far away from bills to pay
And every sense of wrong.
Her gentle flowing higher streams
Do guide us in our thoughts
to a peaceful place of mind
flowing o´er the darker rocks.
Tis good for us to stop and hear
Her gentle peaceful flow
While Angels pass with quieter thoughts
Allowing us to grow.