Go back to the River

Go back to the river that made you.
Step into the stream on the rocks
smoothed down through the years.
Let your worries and fears
float on by.
Dress your son in his Crocs.
He's not steady enough yet without them
not to slip as he wades without care-
singing to himself
songs he made up himself
in the moment.
Go there and be there.
Thank God for the river that made you,
and shapes you each step in its flow,
knowing that you are held
by love that compels
you
to unclench your fists and let go.