With the Rapids

When you open your eyes wide

And feel the raft beneath you

Never kick back the old pricks

But just go with the rapids

Let the currents make you free

From your own sure devices

Cast away from helping hands

And all other titled bands

With nothing to eat or drink

But foam splashed up on your face

You may dine on faith alone

River’s bend a straightened bow

Punctures sleep out from your soul

Leaves a hole for grace to fill

Echoes like a Whippoorwill

Know peace in the whitewaters

Like a feather o’re cascades

Gentle glides on screaming mist

A dew wrapped rose in His hand

A new creature blossoming

Born out from the moss draped falls

A soul rose feathered downstream

Where the river never ends

Published by Michael Sean Erickson

I write, act, and produce films in Los Angeles. Everything else is conjecture.

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