Jagged River Rocks, The Water, and the Sediment

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A Poem:

Some days I am the jagged river rocks the water caresses,
Bold; a deceived, asperous gem resistant to water’s power.

Some days I am the water slowly changing the rock's form,
Patiently, secretly changing what the rock thinks is an unyielding anatomy.

Will it be countless years to shed layers that want to be forgotten?
Do they really want to be?

Some days I am the forgotten layers flowing in the river, 
Finding peace in the dispersed, shaved shards of what used to be. 

Rivers carry them. Rivers always carry them.

Pieces flow scattered, resting, surrendered sediment,
Gratefully confused because they don’t connect anymore.

Is this what time is? 

The gift of seeing my reflection in the waters that carry dispersed memories? 
Disaggregation?
Time, making them softer, year after year, impossible to force together again?

Reflection in the water. Earth elements hold the essence of my story in clouds and
Rain, in rivers and bird songs. 

Holy Stories. Human love and pain, Godly. A face viewing its reflection...among jagged rocks and water. 

Year after year, moment by moment. Jagged river rocks, the water, and the Sediment.

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Published by Brenda J.R. Goodman

"I write because I do not know what I think until I read what I say." ~Flannery O'Connor. I often write through a theological lens, embracing mystery over certainty, opening to the expansiveness of wonder, writing and waxing poetic about theology, pop culture, politics, grief, and all things messy, painful, paradoxical, and beautiful, in sacred spectrums & both/ands. I am a chaplain, mystic, vegan, runner, waterskier, baseball fan, and writer, who loves photography, poetry, books, podcasts, art, theater, movies, good TV, and music (especially classical, jazz, and the 80's). Partner to JohnE, mama to Taylor and Nathan (my little, not so little anymore, theologians). I value connection, kindness, and compassion in all endeavors. I am an American Baptist Christian Agnostic. I believe paradox is an important teacher, woven throughout our living and spirituality. Still playing my trumpet, but the chops aren't what they used to be. I am a Myers-Briggs INFJ (strong I & J, on the fence leaning N & F), and an Enneagram 5, wing 4. I have recurring dreams about being able to fly, and exploring caves. “Here is the testimony of faith: darkness is not dark to God; the night is as bright as the day.” ~Barbara Brown Taylor "We die. That may be the meaning of life. But we do language. That may be the measure of our lives." -Toni Morrison

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