rivers and streams, flow so easily;
at night i kneel by the creek bed,
i pray for these thoughts to join in the same.
the unassuming rhythm of nature’s breathing,
i pray for these thoughts.
if they could flow slow and steady,
like creeks and streams,
rivers and roads,
roads and rain,
so steadily. i don’t know my way,
so lead this mind and heart,
all slow and steady.