On the river, I found peace,
Sun soaking into skin so deeply
My heart is filled with joy again
To do the thing I missed so neatly
With every stroke my muscles swell
And speed my way down channels there
The eagle and the moose agree
That forests, they are all quite fair
Jumping in, I dive and swim
Emerging river-drenched and cold
Not merely soaking skin and clothes,
But shooting to my very soul
How long have I, so battle-scarred,
Been parched so that I knew it not?
My soul I thought was still yet damp
But now I know that it was not.
So dry! So hard! So worn and shattered!
Yet there is grace to be found in those waters,
Not simply those of the raging river,
But in the healing waters of friendship.
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