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.