Teacher's College

This began as a post about realizing that I won't have to worry about my average for getting into teachers College, as I surpass the required minimum...then I began to think that I would also say that Teachers College was not set in stone as what I wanted to do...then this happened:

My Birth In A Rain Cloud

Lives are not stones or
Trees and mountains,
they are not the crashing sea
nor stars in the heavens.

We are rivers.
We are creeks and ditches,
estuaries of movement.
Lives are Rivers.

They carve out soft beds,
flow round debris,
weeds dancing with each
swelling and trickling.

They disappear,
beneath the surface of the earth
and yet reemerge to
smooth rocks and tumble over cliffs.

We are rivers.
Raging torrents and
Whispering streams,
currents pushing onward.

My life is a river. Ever changing by
the rain God gives the mountains in my world,
the tiny fish that rely on me for life,
the animals that look to me for food,
the rocks whose surfaces I alter, the sand I disturb.

I carve into the world,
I overflow, for good or not.
I trickle and freeze in spots.
I swirl in dangerous movements, and gently soak up the sun.
I rush ever onward, flow, bend, laze.

Towards the next lake, the next pond,
linking life and rivers, joining others, joining purposes.
Flow, change, alter, I might.
Till my currents return, till my river continues its
own carving of the world to the final bay,
till the salt rushes into my mouth,
till the sea overwhelms me.

My river ends in the arms of the ocean.
In the birth place of the rain
God gave the mountains in my world.
In the arms of my Creator.
We are Rivers.