River of Red
By Myra Hanson
Walking along the River of Red, not knowing where it will lead.
The innocence of youth trusting all is right and nothing will impede.
The River of Red
Camping along the banks wondering how long it will be,
Until someone notices the flow is too fast and will see.
The River of Red
The flow has a rhythm all its own just for me,
No matter the situation it’s what it will be.
The River of Red
Now later in the season when all seems lost,
I find walking its banks has come with a cost.
The River of Red
I see another across the way
Waving to tell me of one who will say,
All will be well
As long as you tell
Your story!
