I’ll go at sunrise
and wait by the river
give my soul a rest
trust the cycle of life
trust the One who created it.
Others arrive too.
A morning swim
fishing a bit
pondering the quiet
of another day emerging.
A breath from earth
is missing; suffering ceases.
A presence in heaven
is added
to the chorus
that never stops
singing.
Hearts wake up aching
Hearts wake up rejoicing
Our Creator holds it all.
I’ll go at sunrise
and wait by the river
give my soul a space
to receive the sacred
gift of this day.
Others arrive too.
© Vona Rose Wilson 4/12/26
Life in the Deep End 