But at times it will change course to fulfill potential, and at times it will be diverted by topographic hurdles.
No two rivers are alike. Each carves its own channel.
Its depth refuge for life within it, its surface support for life upon it.
And each river will see change.
It will change color, temperature, with seasons and sun.
It will ripple with wind, rage in hurricane.
It will contract, expand in drought or rain.
It will flow around curves, through crevices, splash against rocks, sweep down gradients, seep into earth when weak, or strengthen and grow, joining other streams, until, at the end of its journey, transcending individuality, it loses itself in the ocean where all waters merge and become one.
But the passages etched on the face
of earth remain,bearing witness to rivers that once flowed through.
- Poetry bares the soul, betrays the mind, revealing all… as it clothes with comfort.
- Drive through Marjella alleys with the twins, or fly falcons in the Arab desert with Hamad!