Time is a deep river beyond our fragile rafts That keeps us afloat as we watch the distant Shore thinking that soon we will be there Time is a deep river invisible to us and our prayers To an unseen essence we call spirit that binds the Universe together into a mystery of which we Are mere players and also the slayer of dragons But sometimes the dragons devour us and we suffer Not knowing that if we but laugh at the demons they Will mourn and melt before human courage which They can neither slay nor destroy nor bless nor love There is a place that does not exist that is the only Place there is—the river flows into mystery taking With it our rafts, our joys, our suffering, our angels And our blessed demons into the depths of a river That has flowed deep and wide for countless suns And moons since the angels touched earth with the Spark of life on which we float our fragile rafts and All the forgotten generations of creatures before us