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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