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Make me river, cold

with mountain, green

with quiver, silver in

the run and churn of

winter leaving, valley

waking, sheet moss

breathing. Make me

flash of mica, drift of

foam. O Lord of flux,

make these dry bones

flow, teach me to spill,

pool, glide, fall, tutor me

to long for depth, seek

downward paths, indwell

the low. Oh teach me

liturgy of keel, swirl,

flume, the breaking into

mist, the pull, the press,

the song. Oh form me

into blood of bedrock,

quest of glacier, dream

of sea, release me, set

me free to course, surge,

pour, sweep, issue, eddy,

shower, plummet, roll.

O Lord of flood, O Lord

of spray, unstill my soul.