I wait and watch for you
across the stream.
Tempted to long and lament
at the distance,
I trace the lapping waves
with my toes and know:
my God does not need to be
right by my side
to be with me.
The waters carry
God’s Love
across the river
through the air
beneath the soil
and we are never
separated.
Be abundant where you are,
my God, doing
the work that is before you
as I do the work
that is before me,
and the water between us
will hold us together.
