I’m narrow, I’m nimble, I cut through the tide, with paddle in hand, a lone rider glides. I read the same forward as I do behind, what am I that floats on waves so wide?

The universal night lamp Guiding the world with borrowed glow. There's an Oscar winning movie with this name

Found at night, lost at day. Major at times, minor at others. When you find yourself lost, I'll be the light to get you home.

A tube of sorts, carved by water and time, creating vast landscapes to gorge on. Always deep, sometimes wide, sometimes narrow.

I take what’s old and worn and used, What’s cracked or crushed or once abused. I sort the tired from the true, Then turn them into something new. I shrink the waste the world is piling. What am I, always re reviving and smiling?