Where The River Holds You

There is a hush the river holds -

not silence,

but a song too old to name.

It hums beneath the rush of water,

woven through birdsong,

leaf-breeze,

and the distant calls of the wild.

It says: you are welcome here.

It says: you belong.

You sit still,

and the world does too -

as if it knows how much you’ve carried,

how much you’ve given

without asking for return.

The water moves fast,

but it never hurries.

It teaches without words

how to keep flowing,

how to bend and shine

under light that doesn’t ask

for anything back.

Below you, the ripples widen -

soft circles growing outward,

like breath,

like grace.

You watch them with a quiet heart,

your soul settling

into something ancient and whole.

And I see you there -

not just as you are,

but as you’ve always been:

gentle, brave,

woven from the same wonder

as this place.

I hope you feel

what I see so clearly -

that the peace of this river

is already inside you.

That the joy it gives you

is a mirror

of what you deserve

everywhere.

The river may be the place

you remember who you are,

but you carry that stillness,

that clarity,

that sacredness

with you -

always.

So when the world grows loud again,

when your heart grows tired -

remember the water,

the way it holds you

without question,

and know:

You are worthy of that kind of love.

You are worthy of that kind of peace.

Not just here.

Everywhere:)