By the Rivers Edge

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by R.J. Moritz

(Proverbs 8 vs 22-36)

 

I walk slowly among the rustling trees

The cool breeze rises up to greet me

I know you are there by the river’s edge

Your enchanting song fills the evening air

Your alluring beauty suddenly appears

 

Softly you caress me in your waiting arms

You have always been there playing daily by

The flowing water taking delight in all creation

Your tender eyes see all my sorrow and sense

All my joy they know my hopes and fears

 

You comfort me with your motherly wisdom

And show me the way to my Father’s love

For when I embrace you I embrace life

When I listen to you I understand who I am

Your truth fills me and my soul soars free

 

 

“Wisdom waits at the water’s edge”

(Celtic saying)

 

R.J. Moritz is a second year Ignatian Volunteer in St. Louis, MO.  This poem came out of his reflections at the IVC Annual Retreat and from his meetings with Spiritual Reflector Fr. Ralph Huse S.J.  “The Mississippi River flows beneath the bluffs of the retreat center and thanks to Fr. Ralph’s advice I like to sit and watch the waters flow by and see what happens,” Moritz writes.

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