like a river flowing to the sea.
A river that may gently flow
and troubled waters seldon know.
Or it may become a ravaged scene
when God and Nature intervene.
And so it is with life some say,
as lives are lived from day to day.
Others have likened life to be
a road or path we travel free,
where a choice of trails can often make
a difference by which one we take.
And so, when trobled times prevail,
life is like a mountain trail
where steeper slopes much steeper upward go;
the easy roads lie far below.
Perhaps upon this mountain slope
we feel despair; we lose all hope.
When we reach a chasm of despair,
the bridge across is like a prayer.