Last night I dreamed of the power of water.
How it rages and foams in the river.
Flying down the main pathways, taking
Everything in its flow, and it is better to
Ride the flow than fight the current.
My Father gently encouraged me through
Each area of concern, each place where
I thought I would go under. By pointing
My bow higher I could avoid entanglement
Which would have killed me and crushed
My little vessel. Have I learned something
New for the journey? Could there be a lesson
In the dream. How do we aim higher and avoid
Becoming entangled in all the debris of life?