The River Remembers

Moonlight drips on the silent tide, Footsteps fade where secrets hide, A mother hums by the river’s bend, Waiting for dreams the winds will send. Echoes ripple, soft and deep, The earth keeps stories it cannot keep, Every drop a soul’s refrain, Flowing toward love again. The River Remembers, the songs we forgot, Names once whispered, the prayers time caught, It carries the cradle, it carries the flame, Flowing through ages, calling our name. Drums in the distance, hearts realign, Past and present intertwine, Christmas comes like morning rain, Cleansing joy, washing pain. Hands reach out from shore to shore, No one lost, not anymore, All we were and all we’ll be, Meet again in memory’s sea. The River Remembers, the songs we forgot, Names once whispered, the prayers time caught, Every tear becomes a hymn, Flowing through Bethlehem’s rim. From mother to daughter, from soil to sky, The river hums where spirits lie, In every wave, a promise glows, That love returns wherever it flows. The River Remembers, through time and sand, Carving hope through every land, In its voice the world begins, Where the water meets our sins.