Painting by my buddy, Ricker Winsor (www.rickerwinsor.com)
Ancient river of Presence,
may I step into you now?
May I wade in your stillness
and be swept away?
Ancient river drowning
my breath in waters of silence,
your ripples never the same,
yet always one, river
of unspeakable light
hidden in darkness,
may I meet the Beloved beside you?
I will bring my friend to quench her lips
in your wild current of sweetness.
I will say, "Let us go down to the river,
the ancient river of silence."
I will say, "Come, meet me there,
but not tomorrow! Do not wait