A trickle of water swirls gracefully along the roadside,
moving in response to the geography of the moment.
Standing there, looking down,
I sense similar movement in my vessels and cells.
I feel kin to all,
a swirl in the stream of life.
This is my starting point, and my ending point:
swirling is marvelous for me, and I need nothing more.
Perhaps you raise your eyes to the sky and beyond,
seeking there what I seek here.
If so, our notions differ but this need not separate us:
my swirling water flows into your ocean of light and love.
We unite in worshiping and witnessing, and . . .
Oh joy! . . . a Quaker way opens for all.