Theophany of a River

Pure and natural and unknowing are the currents of Life,
The rawness of your power flowing as some surrender into your side,
You've given and you've taken -- wounds and healing all the same,
Because of beauty I believe, in spite of pains I have received.

Let the river run wild and carry me with it to an unseen place,
Although I know not where I'm going, strange and new adventures will I face,
Anticipation builds nearing each new bend rapturous joy in each new grace,
Drifting helpless in this current reminds me to make the most of my days.