An icicle tip
Feeds a tiny spring below.
By the water’s gentle flow,
Around objects to and fro;
A rock here,
A stump there,
Form a meandering path
Winding its way
In search of a sister–
Separate tributaries fallen from the same tree;
Mere capillaries in the stream of life.
Two finally meet
And then another
With strength in numbers they carry forth
Babbling together as they travel.
Having no need for detours,
Rocks and stumps are hurdled over;
Each triumph is greeted with gurgles and splashes of laughter.
Love is nurtured and they flow like veins toward a common goal.
Further along, other families fall in.
Members mingle in a roar of introductions as everyone tries to talk at once;
Not until all are on even ground does the din dim.
Still more join in the journey from far-away places and their numbers swelled–
One river born from many streams,
Rolled in one blaze of blinding light.
Awed into silence, a higher power calls each to unite and follow;
None can ignore the call of the Current.
The love pulsating surges through every one;
They pick up the beat and flow forward drawing strength from one another
Until each comes to his destined course and is sent outward on his mission.
The river branches and reaches toward the surrounding land
Like oxygen-fed arteries carrying rich nourishment.
Life is sustained along the path as
Creatures of the forest
And photosynthesized friends are fed.
The outreach continues
With splintered streams
That eventually whittle down to
Trickling trails of life
Seeping into the ground.
With blind floundering
Hoping to be led toward Spring.
At last! Spring is found
And again emerges from the depths
To greet the newcomers from above;