River Rock

Tossed into the stream of life, I remain securely fastened to the earth below me.

I am like a river rock.

There are rainstorms and thunderstorms; above ground turbulences shake the roots of my rough stony paths.

Still, I remain a river rock.

The psalmist exclaims that God is a Rock for All Ages. I want to wrap around my world with that constant, concentrated and consecrated faith.

I am becoming a river rock.

I deliberately swim into my life’s source ignoring the instability of the atmosphere’s changes.

In faith and in folly, I am the rock that rivers roll over and over again.

Rock my rivers and return me to my routes.