Across the different types of water in the river,
under the bridge reflecting things up to the bank with a wave across,
the Lord gives his full name: “life or living, ever living beloved”
Point to water, as that fills, so must I, and time must be.
I am at the age of a writer now.
The sleepfold, shepard, door and pasture,
For the sheep, with papers,
I am gonna now
of the immortal.