Two Rivers

Poetry
Written By Lara d'Entremont

A child, I stood parched for water,

I searched for a brook of life to nourish,

To carry me down the stream to wholeness,

And cleanse me from all that left its mark.

Yet you were a polluted water,

Your fatherly care poisoned me from within

Through toxins entering inside my skin,

And gathering on my hands to rot all life away.

Your streams condemned and shamed,

Left me broken and afraid of sight,

For others may see the disgrace I am,

As you reflected to me each time I gazed at you.

I believed I had no choice but to drink you,

For no other option flowed by.

I cupped my hands and willfully took from you,

Because death seemed the only other choice.


Yet another river flowed,

And by it I was cleansed of all iniquity,

Carried along by grace to life and faith,

Nourished to flourish in joy and peace.

As I gaze upon those waters,

I see one made in the image of love,

Called daughter, and behind me stands

Another, a Father who truly adores.

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Lara d'Entremont

Hey, friend! I’m Lara d’Entremont—follower of Christ, wife, mother, and biblical counsellor. My desire in writing is to teach women to turn to God’s Word in the midst of their daily life and suffering to find the answers they need. She wants to teach women to love God with both their minds and hearts.

https://laradentremont.com
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