TS, the poet
The reason this poem is here is because it’s really dear to me, so I wanted to share it. It was written by my handsome husband after he met me for the first time, in 2005. I guess I did make a pretty powerful impression on him, eh?
The story behind it is that I grew up hating my name. (Reka is an ancient Greek name with the meaning of “flowing river”) because it was so common among the girl’s my age back home. But after reading this poem, I never, ever disliked my name again!
TS loves calling me by my name because he says it matches by “bubbly” personality. Wow! All that in one little word?
…And he even took the time to make it rhyme. What a guy! Am I lucky or am I lucky?
Flowing River of Joy
Flowing, flowing, never ceasing,
Her heart is a well spring of joy.
Fears and doubts continually releasing,
She sees even through this little boy!
Her river continually runs,
Never clogging to think of self,
Her gentle flow sparkles in the sun.
Never clinging to the outstretched shelf,
Her river runs with a gentle flow,
Never trying to undercut the feet,
But gives every ray of light a chance to glow.
Her river is small and petite,
Her waters never try to harm,
But rather give growth and life,
She always has a certain charm,
She never yearns for the goal of strife.
Her gentleness pours unto others hearts,
It is hard to avoid her her running river,
It covers all the rocks, touches every part,
She flows into every crack and sliver.
You can hear the gentle rush of water,
Her voice brings a soul refreshing,
Never seeking to slaughter,
Willing to forgive those transgressing,
What an amazing person to have this name!
"Flowing River", how true it fits,
Although she may sometimes feel the shame,
In my heart a candle is always lit!