My letter

 I prayed 

I prayed for the torrent.

Damn still waters!

Pestilent, stagnant water!

But I was shown you

I was given the honor of responsibility

I was given you 

So along the banks of the still water I sit

Practicing what dead men have taught me

Leaving their skeletons to unlock my own Analytics

My merriment now chores 

My impetus, patience 

My wanderlust forgiven 

And now I am still, listening to the still waters

Watching you grow.

To you,

I have become the still waters I damned my entire life

And then I was shown you

A torrent within a soul

An unbridled spirit wrapped in the beauty of god

I do not know what to do  

I am looking at a better version of myself

Seemingly unattainable 

And I sit, listening to the water

I am bound to these still waters

 and yet I get to look at you

Watching you dance through the roses 

On wings of god’s grace

Making a moment in my bounded experience 

Exciting and passionate 

And I do wish that you come visit again

Even for a moment because of this moment