God is the Water When I close my eyes at night I can feel the rock being cut open by water. I hear a grandfather song and it sounds like sand walking down the river bottom. In this song they talk about how even the mighty canyon rivers began as a meandering stream. Beneath the gentle waters there are people. Not people like you and I. Stone people. When I close my eyes at night I am one of them and God is the water. Over lifetimes She eats at me until I am polished and smooth