CREEKSIDE PRAYER

I know that there is no peace like this anywhere in the world:

The wild, the thought that you would wash me clean

With cold water.

I know that there is no peace like this anywhere of the world:

The Word, the one who makes me rest in sun

And cold water.

O Father, my home,

I hide myself in you.

My Father, my home,

No matter about anyone else.

Oh, what could ever separate us?

I know that there is no creek quite like this anywhere in the world:

The white, the woven shadow, the shine

In deep pools.

I know that there is no word for this, not even a song:

The stripes of lighted pores of stones, my great delight

In deep pools!

North Carolina, my home!

I’m the child in rhododendron shade.

My Father, my home,

I hide in you the same.

Oh, let my life be ever in communion.