The River’s Whisper

The river flows without asking permission;
its current murmurs gentle hymns and prayers.
I cannot hear,
but I feel it – deep in the tremor of my bones.

Dipping my hands,
the water brushes my fingertips gently,
quietly witnessing all that was,
all that will come to be.

In the water’s depths,
I see not my face,
but the weight of this world
carried in the tranquility of a mere drop.

In a hushed tone I wonder,
“how far must I go to find You?”
But in the stirring of the river,
I am sure You are here,
where the water meets the rock.

Your presence remains,
quiet but sure,
a blessed assurance whispered in the wind.

Alexis Andrade is a Master's student of English and Cultural Studies at McMaster University in Hamilton, Ontario. She is passionate about the environment, the passing down of memory, and a large cup of peppermint tea. She is new to the publishing world – but eager to begin her journey.