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The river is a mirror of life’s journey.
Listening to the river and letting it speak in the stillness is an invitation to listening to the deeper rhythms of our life, and the peace and harmony of God in all of life’s experiences.
In Warrandyte we have the privilege of a beautiful river to walk by and contemplate all that is speaks to our souls.
Here is a picture of another river in the small village of Migne Auxances near Poitiers in France that refreshed my husband and I in 2005.
I invite you to let the river speak to you in either the picture or the poem by William Stafford. “Ask Me”, first appeared in The New Yorker, 1975.
Listening to the river and letting it speak in the stillness is an invitation to listening to the deeper rhythms of our life, and the peace and harmony of God in all of life’s experiences.
In Warrandyte we have the privilege of a beautiful river to walk by and contemplate all that is speaks to our souls.
Here is a picture of another river in the small village of Migne Auxances near Poitiers in France that refreshed my husband and I in 2005.
I invite you to let the river speak to you in either the picture or the poem by William Stafford. “Ask Me”, first appeared in The New Yorker, 1975.
The River
“Ask Me”
Some time when the river is ice, ask me mistakes I have made.
Ask me whether what I have done is my life.
Others have come in their slow way into my thought, and some have tried to help or to hurt: ask me what difference their strongest love or hate has made.
I will listen to what you say.
You and I can turn and look at the silent river and wait.
We know the current is there, hidden: and there are comings and goings from miles away that hold the stillness exactly before us.
What the river says, that is what I say.
Lynette Dungan, September 2009
