At the river's edge
the sojourner sits
amongst the carpenter's masonry
stone
as the billowing foam and smooth,
liquid crystal stardust bathes under
light's dome
At the river's edge
the sojourner sits
the cobblestones glisten veiled
beneath
as diamonds, sapphires, emeralds
whispering of the Jerusalem
to be ensheathed
At the river's edge
the sojourner sits
with quaking unspoken fears
and in trembling tears
beholds the mountain steps to an
unknown land
At the river's edge
the sojourner sits
amidst the hues of death's destruction
and life's resurrection
the soothing peace that
gentles the battling and breaking
At the river's edgge
the sojourner sits
in bridal expectancy for the call
to see what is cloaked in mystery
At the river's edge
the sojourner sits
cast away and alone
among the rock and stone.
By Shannon McKemie, M.A.
06-22-2002