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.