The river is wide, silent and still.
Boats bob gently as the current
ripples and tickles the bank.
Who is to thank for serenity?
If peace is found on a tranquil rivulet,
to whom shall we give praise?
On days such as this, bliss
is a gift generously given to those
who are joyful in their living.
Soft and comforting, angels who sing
would fall short of such wonder.
Under a broken sky, I listen for words
spoken softly as if trying to hide.
The river is wide, silent and still!
© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016