Time Is A Deep River

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