RUN DEEP THIS COURSE
River, run deep this course of wilderness,
mountain glacier’s white-foamed child,
rushing, crashing, headlong
down through darkened hills and forest shadows,
settling slowly into sunlit lowland plains.
Now a deeper, darker, brooding course,
sometime forborne by earthen banks,
until passion feeds your flood;
and then, in sprawling power you rush,
a consuming flow of life and death.
River run deep this course in me — You are
life, aroused, cutting deep the way,
unbroken, flowing toward the sea;
to lose and find a life; absorbed, not lost;
Eternal river flow—in me.
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