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Does the river have a soul?

Published 10:42am Wednesday, April 30, 2014

soul- \sol\- n: the immaterial essence, animating principle, or actuating cause (Webster’s Dictionary, Ninth Collegiate)

I do not know.

It has a mystery. A perpetual eternality that communicates “I was here before you and I shall be here after you.”

It communicates. Around trees, over barely submerged logs, against banks, speaking some unknown rhythmic language that only its constant companion, the forest, seems to understand. What the heck is it about it?

It attracts. Wildlife and wind flutter in and out of its presence. It draws smaller sources of water from miles around, down, down, down into its belly into one giant, moving motion that grows on its journey southward, calling out as it does “Come join me! I am alive and constant. We are in this together, you and I.” Its beckoning brings forth brooks, streams, swamps, and canals into one. Just one, like some mighty master, some irresistible force whose calls, ultimately, cannot be resisted. They seem eager to pour themselves into this one, a rush towards life, as if it were a larger calling.

It has no argument. It cast no judgment. Rather it accepts. Simply accepts. The sinner, the downtrodden, the struggler, those that are beaten down. The weeper, the desperate, the depressed. The hungry for life. To the hopeless and the homeless it says, simply, “Come and be with me. I shall sooth your soul, I shall place balm on your wounds, I shall stroke your hair wetted with tears.”

It listens. One is not interrupted, for it can listen forever. It receives, calmly and silently like an eternally patient companion with nothing more important than to be there for you.

It is always there. Though one can leave it, one can always return and find it, still there, still present, still abiding in its place, holding steadfast to its lot in life, its foothold amongst the cosmos, its ordered destination, as if appointed by some decree.

It is content. It does not resist its situation, but rather accepts it and rests in it, as if to say “Here is where I was meant to be. Here I desire to be and here I shall stay and dwell. Forever.”

Does the river have a soul? Seems to me it does.

REX ALPHIN of Walters is a farmer, businessman, author, county supervisor and contributing columnist for The Tidewater News. His email address is rexalphin@aol.com.

  • jeffturner

    Of course it does, I can feel it, smell it,see it and hear it when I’m out there…and sometimes even taste it!

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