The Happy Stream

The hidden blue-iced brook
Uncoils out of St. Mary's Glacier
Cutting across wood-skirted
Meadows
Through boulders
And around the tall golden aspens
Reaching for the Sun.

The Glacier stteam Drops into
The grassy
Sheep pastures, past abandoned
Trapper cabins and,

Crumbling ruins of barns.

Waving goodbye
The sapphire stream
Smirks 
As the beavers' ambitions
Come to
Nought
As she dances
About
Their little sticks
Winking as she bubbles
Under
An
Ancient, oak-covered
Bridge
Through a snoozy village
Around a long forgotten
Weed-choked
Pioneer churchyard.

The happy stream
Now weeps,
Remembering
The country parson
Extolling
The tender love of
The Christ of God
And memories of
Long-ago pilgrims,
Wanderers
Who hewed towns
From an empty
Wilderness
Who now slumber below
Dreaming
Of a Holy City
Coming down.

A kingdom,
Where tears
Goodbyes and
Regrets are forever banished.

The smiling stream,
Now
Flows
Past the Throne
Becoming the
River of Living Water

guarded,

By the Tree of Life,

As the once and forever,
Happy stream,
Empties,
  Into,
        A,
             Glassy,
                  Sea of forgetfulness.

By BR Schoenbein
2014