<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=560923" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Learn From The Song Of The River</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Learn from the river. It flows. <br>It does not ever stop or stand still. <br>It would only be a puddle, if it stopped. <br>It would evaporate, dry up, cease to be, if it fell in love with a scene, staying there, never to move again.<br>The river leaps over rocks, swirls around anything that blocks its way. <br>If something obstructs that is too big to move, too hard to dissolve, the river simply washes over and around; persistently, unrelentingly wearing away at the obstruction, until the river conquers and reconstructs its pathway and time is all it takes.<br>The river sings a varied melody, because it incorporates into its singing, what ever comes into its course. <br>Under low hanging trees, between high rising hillsides, over sand or piles and stacks of rocks, between narrow banks, through wide passes, covering deepest crevasses, flirting along shallow bottoms, <br>the river adjusts its song, as it changes its environment. <br>It creates new harmony with the alto of the earth's echoes, <br>the soprano of the leaves and grasses, <br>the basso grande of the rock face and walls of hills and mountains. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Over and above, the tenor of the sky sings recitative, <br>the melody of God's creation, blending the song of the river into unmatched beauty with all. <br>We, who try to live like a river, will flow. <br>No myth will conquer us, saying, 'Stay here, eternity will find this all unchanged.' <br>We know that the fleeting moment never will pass again, those same low hanging branches. <br>The river sees each scene but once.<br>We who live like a river, understand that each rock of crisis, <br>each bend in our course, which drives us to a new direction, <br>can never still our song. <br>For the river flows on eternally, in the course set only by God.<br>And the river blesses or curses, as it wills, everything that it passes</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Phyllis+Thompson+Halle">Phyllis Thompson Halle</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=560923" data-title="Learn From The Song Of The River de Phyllis Thompson Halle" data-description="Learn from the river. It flows. It does not ever stop or stand still. It would only be a puddle, if it stopped. It would evaporate, dry up, cease to be, if it fell in love with a scene, staying there, never to move again. The river leaps over r..."></div> </div> </div>

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