The Others Who Have Yet to Cross

Rivers forgive us
even when they take us under
brisk and swift
we are held
passed with mercy to an open ocean.

You told me your aunt walked two days alone across the Western Highlands
for the antibiotic that saved your life.
You pulled her body to the surface,
for that river was not notorious for mercy.

You were 9 years old.
And one who would have pulled me out, too,
Or anyone needing mercy for that matter.
That is why I love you.
All of you who never leave behind courage for survival.

From the banks of whichever river you have yet to cross,
Pray with me tonight.
May all of the children we come to know find mercy like yours.
And safety on the shores of either side.

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About Kate Houck

Educator. Human. Poet. Seeking truth through experience.
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3 Responses to The Others Who Have Yet to Cross

  1. This is beautiful, Kate. Thank you for posting.

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