Walk with me, take my hand.  I have been calling you to be by my side. Still waters to calm you run through your path - all tensions drift as you hold firm my hand.Rest, deep as the waters which have no beginning or end, twisting and turning rolling inward and flowing out. Time is a continuum plunging deep and running out, years into seconds to turn back the hand of time. 

A wish for the sorrowful; learn a lesson instead. To turn a wave takes an earth movement which is no simple task.  For man it is impossible by his lifeless hand.  My hand, however, has strength yours cannot comprehend.  To stop the world from turning just watch and understand.   I think and it happens because Love knows no bounds.  When flowing like water it quenches the sand.  Time is the shoreline: a boundary for all.  Water is the life blood that runs through the soul.  Knowledge is power the heart understands releasing energy the motion to pump over and beyond.  The spirit of conscience propels good - halts bad.

Sit by my waters, contemplate life.  Listen to babbling of the years you've passed by.  Hear all the laughter, forget all the pain.  Joy is my spirit and peace its right hand.  Lengthen your shoreline, take more water in.  Deepen your tide pool so that you may understand. 
Dive in with a deep breath then kick to reach top.  Breath in all that freshness as your face bursts through the wet.  Emerge a new life form cleansed of your past and walk as the righteous upright and straight ahead. 
You cannot see forward when looking behind.  So get proper prospective before standing to leave.  Then focus your pathway designed from my lead.