a voice crying out in the postmodern wilderness

The River

Do you get in the river?
The hurried waters
Let's go, let's go
Fluid ribbons of time
that we call life
Racing in flashes of sun and shadow
A wide deluge in heaven
Piling up laughing saints
Is this another condescension?
Meeting us like this?
A day is as a thousand
A thousand is a day

Rivers do not move you,
But with us you stay.

The Boat

Dust and Coffee