the water flows
I stand on the bridge
gazing down
as it flows
rippling, swirling
the light dancing of its surface
my eyes lose focus
and I am drawn into the depth
pulled deeply into the embrace
of this mystery
standing
hot and sweating
from my trek along the banks
fighting dust and brush
rocks and heat
I simply want to
enter those waters
I want to lie back and be carried
along by the sweep of that
calm, laughing power
ah yes
Holy Spirit
hold me up
carry me
may I learn
to go with Your flow
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