In a single motion the river comes and goes.
At times, living beside it, we hardly notice it
as it noese calmly along within its bounds
like the family pig. But a day comes
when it swiftens, darkens, rises, flows over
its banks, spreading its mirrors out upon
the flat fields of the valley floor, and then
it is like God's love or sorrow, including
at last all that had been left out.

-Wendell Berry Sabbaths 1998 V