River Journey

December 21, 2008 § 4 Comments


Sweet chariot, I am going home.
Walk in the shadows with me,
River Journey…
I must roam
barefoot with company.
Sweet chariot, I am going home,
passing through the gates of Rome,
to the Garden of Gethsemane,
River Journey…
In silence, lies ohm.
In this state, I am free.
Sweet chariot, I am going home.
The ocean’s foam
washes on my feet, a light debris,
River Journey…
I see a dome
above the living tree.
Sweet chariot, I am going home.
River Journey…


© Sonya Rose

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§ 4 Responses to River Journey

  • memoriesofanecho says:

    Ah…sweet poetry!!

  • Dalton LaBarge says:

    Very Whitmanian!
    A true naturalist American poem, very nicely written too. “In silence lies ohm” is definitely my favorite line. A very genuine mood piece. I appreciate this.


  • Jon Norland says:

    I have to echo Dalton to a considerable degree. This is a very sweet and naturalistic poem.

    It’s the antithesis of “Do not go gentle into that good night.”

    A good life, lived well, deserves a gentle departure, enjoyed as though at the end of a comfortable river journey, ending at the ocean’s foam.

    Thanks for the poem.

  • Sonya Rose says:

    I’d like to thank everyone for their nice comments. I really appreciate it. And, Jon, your comment reminds me of Old Rose in James Cameron’s movie, “Titanic”. I still hear that famous line from the character, Jack:

    “You’re going to die an old woman, warm in her bed.”

    He had a lot of influence upon her and what she had achieved in her life.

    In the end of the movie, one may question … “Was that Rose’s final dream on earth or was it a dream of heaven?” Our journey into the afterlife must be where dreams are attained and there can be no death. Just a transfer between two worlds, two places, two hearts. Jack looked so happy to see Rose … and Rose looked so happy to see Jack, finally completing the longing … “Every night in my dreams, I see you…”

    Everyone I knew (at the time) cried and cried over this film and still do today.

    We all cry about death but, I think the person who dies and goes beyond (our current understanding of this journey in life) may cry not at all…

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