Rising Up

Rising Up

by David B. Swanger


Drawn as if by a magnet to the Coosa
I meander along with her from time to time.

Dreaming, I hear the cries (and laughter, too)
Of the 'Creeks' as they seek survival here.

Strangely, I am aware that they (same as we)
Are seeking a 'rising up' ...
Grasping at each chance to fulfill their destiny:
To return to the Source of all Being and find rest.

And I return from my dreaming
To cry (and laugh, too)
And to attend to my own 'Rising up.'