As the stream shapes the mountain
and the river carves out a canyon,
so sculpt this life of mine, O God,
by the constant flow of your mercy.
Erode the soft places of convenience,
wash away the clogs of storm debris,
split the stubborn rocks by the constant
drip, drip, drip of your revelation; until
what remains from the holy persistence
is the landscape of me reflecting you.
Flow,
river
flow, over
rock, passing through,
harmonising voice, dancing, source of life.
Let stillness be found deep in your movement,
rooted in place,
drawing us
to your
side.