Creekside Creekside here what you hear is the flowing The rustling past of rushing recent rains And though it flow away in the knowing I know the flood flowing with growing pains As I am the flood as I connect to The nature of growing things flowing through There to where creekside waters are growing And this new year is my first season here And so what do I know but it seems clear That I have become a part of this place At the crossing of this time and this space And though it flow away in the knowing The flood is within me as it must be Creekside here what you hear is the flowing First flowing then knowing I take the trip As though by time machine or by spaceship As creekside I wonder if I might find The answer to the question on my mind I have been out in the rain a long time I have been busy but been left behind Filling up thousands of pages with rhyme In a universal relationship And I stood on the threshold of death when From out of the shadows life questioned me To answer by those who loved me and then Who freed my mind to think creatively Perhaps past past pain now beyond the noise Of imbalance I can find equipoise Nature aspiring conspiring with me Since both of us only know to flow free And though it flow away in the knowing The flood is within me as it must be Creekside here what you hear is the flowing +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMX