He knew all the Bible stories
about rivers — believed them all —
but did not think they applied to him.
These waters would not part
when he stepped from the bank,
nor would he rise from them
a new man, and his father, earthly
and other, would surely not be pleased.
There was no promised land on the
other side of this river, no salvation;
there was only poison and torture,
lies and condemnation.
But he loved her still and
had to cross one more time.
Written for The Mag photo prompt of the above R.A.D. Stainforth image.