Of Rivers and Time and Finding Peace

If life is

like a river, 

               crashing, 

                     dashing, and 

                                smashing, 

against the shores of time,

bending because of something greater, 

heading for something greater, 

searching for something greater, 

full of many colors and substances, 

diversity pulled together, 

could this fact that it is in a singular piece 

give someone, 

some peace?