Rest now.
You are tired from the track
and tired of the pack
that’s tied knots in your back.
So loosen the straps,
and rest.

Hear now.
There’s a river below,
which with whispering flow
tells your soul (even though
it’s no language you know)
…here is life.

Go there.
See the eddies at play
turning Angry Sun’s rays
into diamond-flecked spray
and rainbows of haze.
Just gaze.

Wash now.
Do not fear to wade in.
Lift your heart, salve your skin.
Living waters within
can’t be dammed by our sin.
So wash.

Drink now.
On your knees at the source,
open hands, hold a pause,
draw in deep from this force,
soul restored for the cause.

Now go.