The Creek

I hope my life flows like this creek:
Steadily and at a reassuring pace.
As I flow, I will erode all dirt and weeds
Surrounding me.
I will rise and fall, trickle and surge,
But remain what I am.
I hope to be a home to the life around me,
To be clear and soak up the sun.
A source of fun and refreshment I will be.
The force that pushes life on.
I will be a place of peace and love,
Expending sounds of nature and God.
And no matter the evil that threatens my being,
I will forever be protected by the children
Who danced on my banks in the mud.

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