We cast ourselves into the water
float down the stream
find a place amidst the rain

Take a turn and choose a path
marking down each lap
wondering how to leave the past

Picking one and letting go
of that which doesn't seem to flow
down the river of our chosen path

Into the tunnel of darkness we go
hoping that this one will find us in the throws 
of seas that tumble left and right but never sink us fully

Stranded we find that we stand on the island
looking around for anything to hold
wondering how to escape the hold

We embark on our boat once again and travel backwards, upwards, onwards once more
getting so lost we lose track of the score
finding in the end we were yet so close

To the crown that sits on the nest of the peaks
outstanding all of our deficits and unwillingness to seek
it waits in its glory above all the storms, untethered, unbroken, un-weathered and safe

Guarded and rested above all the clouds
it waits for us to rise above all of our proud
to reach where we thought we couldn't quite go or shouldn't or wouldn't even if we dared to know

We travel down streams and conduits and alleys
turning left and right and looking for light
if we only looked up and saw, we could see!

It's not left or right we should be going
but up to the trees
above the clouds and sky and rain

Up where it's safe and clear and plane
we had only to reach above where we thought
the ends of our thoughts reached the ends of their time

The beauty of the crown that sits far and wide
resting above our heads all this time
waiting for us to reach to the glory that it is

How sweet and wonderful is that moment which begins.