Poem ‘Sign of Divine’ by Alan Wherry

Did you ever observe calm water
in a river?
Smooth, free flowing,
Not a lot going on.

Then it explodes against a rock.
Instantly there's beauty
Spontaneous, ephemeral
A multiplicity of unpredictable patterns.

There's a lesson too
The individual droplets rising above the mass
Are, in their momentary view, superior,
surpassing the rest,
It's an illusion
Even if it doesn't seem so to them
For soon, each separate drop becomes the river
once again
As the river overcomes the obstacle, rises above
it, skirts around it.

Each trammel encountered on life's journey
Is but temporary, it neither changes us, shapes
us, nor does it inform nor affect the goal of our
life which is to achieve the state of spirit.