The Preacher

Every so often, someone
Declares new theology
Or declares that such-and-such

Is on the way to being
The newest substitute for
Theology. Let’s go down

To the river, shall we, and see?
Every so often the stream
Changes shape, flash floods roar through,

Droughts shrink it to a trickle,
But the water isn’t new.
Earth’s hydrological spin

Cycle sends it back around
And around. The thirsty drink,
And there’s no true substitute.