Standing astride the illusion in which we wallow
Is the Lifeguard ready to pull us out:
We have only to reach for the line he extends.
We have only to take his hand
To merge once again with the light and love
That waits, endlessly forgiving and welcoming
But we seem to prefer to drown.

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About riverwriter

Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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