“It joins with other creeks and becomes a river. It is brown now with soil and experience and runoff and living. It runs slower, no longer in a hurry. Muddy with patience, yet always feeling that pull, toward somewhere it is certain exists, but has never seen. Finally, after a life that started as simply as a clear stream, it pours, wide as a mile, into the ocean, the endless breadth of eternity. The home it hoped for was real.”