Is there anything calmer than the sun’s golden hush on a morning river? Anything more enchanting than fog drifting up from its mirror-like surface? Birds and woodland creatures pause at its edge, startled to discover in their reflection just how beautiful they are. Pebbles, worn smooth in the current, seem to yield to a river’s touch. Cottonwoods and cattails, rushes and reeds clutch the banks as if to anchor themselves; yet time and again they loosen their hold and become a part of the journey.
All who dwell beside it, learn a river’s language, a dialect of patience, of yielding, of return. There is a quiet wisdom in that.
A river remembers its beginnings: snowmelt over stone, hidden springs, rain fierce enough to alter its course. But it does not linger there. It moves because that’s what rivers do. Sometimes it swells and demands notice, but more often it keeps on – slow, steady and sure.
Never the same, yet always itself, a river flows with light, life, and fragments of the sky, toward one unanswered question:
Are there rivers in heaven?
Grammy Writes 
I’m sure there are rivers in heaven. Indeed. This is most lovely. And you are right about the calm in rivers. I loved this line: All who dwell beside it, learn a river’s language, a dialect of patience, of yielding, of return. There is a quiet wisdom in that.
Yes, there is. That is why I’m certain of the river in heaven. *wink*
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I’m certain, too! Rivers are much too beautiful and meditative not to be there. I appreciate your comment!
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😉 blessings
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As someone who grew up beside Latvia’s largest river Daugava, I can easily attest to your heartfelt praises regarding the rivers. There is just something enchanting about the way rivers provide a tranquil, restorative environment that brings nature to life. Not to mention the way sunlight dances on the surface, and the constant, gentle flow creates a calming, hypnotic effect. Thanks for sharing, and have a good day 🙂 Aiva xx
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Bound to be.
Gwen.
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