give me a river with water on the move
give me a Saturday with nothing to prove
give me some time with my siblings laid back
let such be reminders there’s nothing I lack
give me sun shining around every bend
and shade from the trees, my skin to defend
crisp cool water and breeze to remind
wealth and pleasure are both here defined
flip flops and ability to take a breath deep
nothing to offer and nothing to keep
my wife and kids still happily dry
we’ll be reunited when evening is nigh
for now, shared experience of silence and sound
in such invitation, a deepness abounds
waters here shallow are blind to our depths
calm conversation one easily accepts
the current pulls forward in narrowing ways
and slows to a sabbath while widening praise
reflecting the goodness of One who has made
the land and the water, the sun and the shade
I sip from the water I’ve brought contained
and gulp with thanksgiving til nothing remained
the music of stillness, no ripples or wakes
healing relaxation, this is all it takes
words from wick 