The wash of time

The flow across the stones

is like a wash of time

across my mind.

It baptizes with reminders

of the ever changes moments

how life itself is the water

moving constantly.

 

Bathing in its gurgling sound

as if voices of angels were calling

to drink of God's love from its rush,

knowing it is nature's tears

from his mercy, which never ends.

 

Letting move from fount to vein

when insides are drenched

through its calming touch.

 

At last refreshed

from feeling immersed

in such simple song for the soul,

I becoming one with the waters of life

within my heart

willing to pour them out

in cascading rushes over other lives

who also are in need its soothing feel.