That Which Flows Within by Stephen W Emerick

All that flows within me
Knows the direction of home…
Recognizing itself as visitor,
Passing ferns, and hollows, and stones.

With emerging faith in its currents,
Even when winter is bitter;
Even when water is ice…
Life’s simplicity doth suffice!

As flow pays homage to host,
By residing only for a while…
The brevity of the visit
Seems eternity’s elegant style.