LIFE IS A RIVER

I'm single (what a curse).
So I have the opportunity to mingle,
And when I mingle, I tingle.
Life is like a stream flowing down a mountain.
Into the lush verdant valley,
Teeming with living things touching (each other).

The river follows on to other valleys.
It passes between other mountains.
It intercourses with other rivers.
Flowing east, flowing west,
Each new period of flow in a different direction
Is like a new life, a separate lifetime.

Then the river flows into the sea
- like souls becoming one with God -
Yes, its waters mingle with the waters
Of how many other rivers.
How many other mountain tops have been flowed down from,
How many other valleys have been passed thru?
Oh the tingling that must take place
As the waters of each river tell their tales,
Sharing experiences with myriads of other rivers.

Eternal life - oh the sharing of life experiences -
Must be the (greatest) gift of God.