Double waters 18 Sep 20

The unknown path winds through the sunlit wood,
The breath of Autumn gently starts to play,
As just the first few leaves begin to fall.
And acorns, beechnuts mark the chosen way.

I do not know my destination. Yet
I turn and glimpse the river far below
Enticing me to find its rocky shore
And so I scramble down – and then I know.

I see a couple on the other side
Who walk on paths that I have trodden once.
The water flows too fast, too deep to cross
And so I rest to hear my heart’s response.

For when the winter comes and storms have passed
And all’s stripped bare, with nothing left before,
I shall to the river come again
And You will lead me safe to further shore.