Once there lived a village of creatures along the bottom of a great crystal river.

Current of the crystal river swept each day
silently over them all:
Over young, over old, over rich and pure,
it was going it's own way.

Everybody clung tightly to the rocks, to the twigs, to the snags
of the river bottom.
Through all life, to their dearth, they knew the only way of life -
fighting, resisting flowing river.

But one creature said at last, "I am tired of clinging. I trust the current.
I shall let go, and let it take me where it will. Clinging, I shall die of boredom."

But they laughed.

"Fool! You are fool! You will die before you feel it!
You'll be ruined by you strange dream of surrending to the current!
You'll be thrown, you'll be tumbled, you'll be smashed across the rocks!
Foolish child, stupid man! If you don't cling, you will die!"

Not heeding them he took his deepest breath,
did stop clinging and let go.
He was smashed across the rocks at once,
But refused to cling again.

Yet in time, he was brought by the current up,
It lifted him free, free from the bottom.
He could fly, he could soar in the heaven of the flow!
He was bruised, broken and hurt no more.

And all creatures cried:
"See a miracle!
See the Messiah,
come to save us all!
A creature like ourselves
yet he flies!
See the Messiah,
See our Savior!!"

"I am not, - the creature said, - I am not Messiah,
No more Messiah than you are.
River delights to lift us free
if only you dare let go to adventures."

But they cried the more,
"You are our Savior!"
all the while clinging
to the rocks and snags.
He left them alone
making legends of
a Savior.