The River Knows

The river knows. She knows of the darkness and of the light. Of my windswept tears that she has carried through rocks and crags and the crevices that too hold my secrets. She knows of gentle and voracious power and the cadence that my soul needs to feel safe once again.

The river knows. She knows of time and patience and persistence. Of forging new paths in place of old routes. She knows how to find a way where none exists.

The river knows. She knows of the bird songs that are carried on gentle winds and the flow song that is carried with the steady movement of her waters.

The river knows. She knows how to navigate through the unyielding passage of time and how to persist and adapt with the changing of each season.

And it is in this knowingness where I heal. Where I yield to her vastness and let her waters take away the heaviness of this world that is weighing on my soul. Because the river knows. And she knows there is triumph in letting it go.