We find our Beloved
In stillness
In peace
In love
In a sound mind
A mind so sound
It does not need to speak
It just is
And in that stillness
In that peace
In that love
In that sound
A river flows
And it washes to The Ocean
Where everything is cleaned
It washes us of our weights
Of our rituals
Our crutches
Our adornments
We are baptized
Then reborn in the heavens
Filled with manna
When the earth crys for water
Heaven releases its holy clouds
And mixes its pureness with the dirt
And the Beloved is reborn
Over and over and over