Things Divide

by Paul Hooker

For my siblings in the United Methodist Church

Things divide
and fall apart
that once were one
at heart.

Streams divide
when points of land
refuse to move,
demand

new channels form,
however hard
the parting ways.
Ill-starred

though it may seem,
the future’s share
is neither dream nor
nightmare.

Island shores
amid the flow
appear eternal.
But slow,

beneath the waves
an inkling change,
and waters over time
arrange

to wash downstream
what once seemed sure.
Water—not the land—
endures.

Divided things
once held apart
will yet be one
at heart.