we are told
the stream will take us home
go with the flow and the flow will go with us
where it is that God, Christ, Spirit lead
it is the course, this coursing
the stream through my blood
the waters crash against my bones
the silent surf reflected upon the mirror of my eyes
this stream that I sell myself to now
this sea I fall into entirely
it matters not if God is there
or spirit is the stream
I choose, and therefore I find
what it is the God says he is
in the end