Circle back to the start of a new cycle. Longing breeds devotion. Action brings forth clarity. I step back into the river, though I am no longer the same man, neither is the river the same body of water. Even still, an essence remains. I find refuge from this dynamism in your word. I lie down beside green pastures, scenic meadows. Ancient of days, a bright light even through the darkest night. My memory serves as a testimony to your love.