A lonely little brook did trickle
down the mountain side.
It flowed along so lonely
till a larger stream it spied.
To the little stream it bade...
"Let's travel on as one.
We'll both be half as lonely
as down the hills we run."
When they added brook and stream,
the total came up "creek".
Their current was so strong, it seemed
a river they should seek.
When they mingled in, they found
the river was made up...
of other streams that trickled down
from other mountain tops.
Soon the river changed its course...
divided right in two.
The little brook and stream were forced
to part and bid adieu.
When the brook went to the east
the little stream went west.
They flowed just as the river pleased.
They knew that it was best.
Caught swiftly in the rushing tide,
they had to hurry on.
No longer were they side by side
but each where they belong.
They stifled their emotions
and vowed to do their part,
to someday reach the ocean...
their destiny from start.
So it seems that you and I
are like that brook and stream.
Sometimes friends must say goodbye
in search of separate dreams.
We travel through life's rushing tide.
We toil; we hope; we plan;
Life's many different waves we ride
as destiny demands.
If we should never meet again
until life's journey's through,
I'll meet you in That Better Land
where we will start anew.
An ocean of eternity
with every dream fulfilled.
Life's rushing river then will cease
and whisper, "Peace Be Still!"
This poem was a finalist in the November 2011 poetry contest