As you and I canoe together,exploring the river of color
that feeds our thirsty souls,
help me not to worry
when I cannot see beyond the bend;
help me not to get so busy
imagining the path around that branch
that blocks the way up there --
so far ahead --
that I fail to note
the graceful curves of this trunk,
the golden treasure of maple leaves,
the rubies glistening along the shore,
the sapphire sky that shatters into ripples
before the determined blade of my wooden oar.
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