Fluent
I would love to live
like a river flows,
carried by the surprise
of its own unfolding.
like a river flows,
carried by the surprise
of its own unfolding.
You take the pen -- and the lines dance.
You take the flute -- and the notes shimmer.
You take the brush -- and the colors sing.
So all things have meaning and beauty in that space beyond time where You are.
How then, can I hold anything from You?