Four Rivers

                 
                   Four Rivers 
      
Four rivers flowing in old and new ways;
The eternal river of time we know, 
Our boundless, timeless, perpetual days,
Fleeting moments melting like soft spring snow.

Touch the river of time and you will feel,
The river of life with its ardent stream,   
Surging, swirling, urgent and very real, 
An old river washes away this dream.

An ancient river of unsounded depth,
Its dark opaque waters consuming all,
Washing away both time and life through death,
Beneath the earth its waters fall and fall,

A new river then takes life, death, and time,
Lifting them up beyond their storied flows, 
Their waters transformed to sweet light that shines,
This is the river where love and hope grow.