My Life, a river
If my life is like a river, why does it forget the Source?
If my river flows toward the Ocean, shall I select its wanderings?
Shall the burbling spring become a stagnant marsh?
Shall the flowing, living life become a dry creek bed?
Will the river follow grace's path or meander in its own?
Will it plunge and change as waterfall, or pool into a lake?
May it reach the ocean Source in mingled, roaring joy.
Returned: no pantheistic swirl, just Source-exalting thrill.
Purified: never again a cesspool or brackish puddle.
Energized: receiving, sharing, outpouring Sourced life.
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