Some time when the river is ice ask me mistakes that I have made. Ask me whether what I have done is my life. Others have come in their slow way into my thought, and some have tried to help or hurt: Ask me what difference Their strongest love or hate has made.
I will listen to what you will say. You and I can turn and look at the silent river and wait. We know the current is there, hidden; and there are comings and goings from miles away that hold the stillness exactly before us. What the river says, that is what I say. -William Stafford