There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God,
the holy habitation of the Most High.
God is in the midst of the city; it shall not be moved;
God will help it when the morning dawns.
The nations are in an uproar, the kingdoms totter;
he utters his voice, the earth melts.
The Lord of hosts is with us;
the God of Jacob is our refuge.

That Which Exists is as a river, even four rivers.

Constantly moving, transforming, cleansing, sweeping all before it.

Heraclitus said,"No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it is not the same river and he is not the same man."

This is true. It is also a paradox. It is still the river that our great grandfather and his great grandfather knew. We persist even as we change.

The river - the change - is our refuge.

Psalm 46