Drifting in the stream of life
Do I luxuriate in the consistency of rules?
Which have been so carefully and
Prayerfully laid out as my guide

Or do I fight the current,
Struggling for what lies beyond the trees
Which lushly line the river’s edge
And act as the veil of uncertainty

Saying goodbye to those voices of caution
That beseech me to mind my ways
Or forever live in danger of losing my soul.
And what is my soul?

I’ve asked – been offered explanations
By those who claim to speak with God,
But those are stream-bound definitions
Spoken of in words long past