Rock in the Stream

Rock in the Stream

Once I was mighty!
A chip off the olde block.
He stood tall and made the World.
I, his devoted Son,
Stood vigil in His name.

But then She came.
At first She showered Him,
With white, fluffy kisses.
His beard and brow became
As if of Her.

He was cold and hard to Love
Yet She knew His every
Nook and cranny.
She always found a way
To Love Him more.

As He warmed below His crown
She became Herself much more.
A flow, an energy, a way.
She had found a way,
She is the Ocean.

She caressed me when We first met
And I have followed Her ever since.
She was different, yet the same,
I began to follow,
Down His mane.

As my existence continues,
I find myself in a stream.
When I am open,
I flow to Her,
My true goal.

When I am closed
Or when I am hard,
I get stuck.
I bump and push;
I resist myself.

Yet every time,
I free myself.
Chip by chip,
Every resistance
Rounds me out.

Sometimes I stop,
If only for a while.
I am able to be
Who I am, where I am.
One of many.

So here I am
A rock in the stream,
I am His and Hers.
Whether I rest or flow,
I am myself.