bright singing water
silvered as bells
splashing across the age worn stones
voicing its life giving essence
singing its liquid song
Water of Life
baptism of Grace
to this thirst for Your Presence
slake my longing with Your Gift
of bright dancing Water
Rain down and drench my soul
Spirit, oh Spirit
Water of Life
From the quiet cove,
the sound of a fish
leaping from the waters surface-
the ripples unfurl
across the reflection of clouds.
Dark green ripples
spill onto the rocky shore –
the consequence
of unseen movement
the theory of waters longing.
Light chooses its balance
and its path,
untethered
from the clouded sun,
unfurled
from the illusion of water.
Willow calls to water,
everyone knows that,
deep water, clear water
sweet water, bright water.
I’m going to cut me two willow branches,
rub them till they’re smooth,
smooth as silky water,
gentle water, quick water.
I’m going to take my willow branches
and wander across the land,
divining that water,
dark water, singing water.
I’ll watch my willow wands bow down
as the vapors rise,
the water vapors from the deep water,
rich water, singing water.
I will feel the emanations
of the clever water, fierce water,
call to my willow,
my smooth willow, strong willow.
I will call to the water
with those willow wands
and we will sing the waters song,
me and my willow.
beauty of reflections
ripple across the open water
ribbons of blue, green,
hydrogen, oxygen
fill the lakes, rivers,
sky
our veins
our breath
our life
only ripples of concentric rings
where the fish rose
to see the sky
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gray dusk rolls across the cove
silver rings move across the surface
fish returns to the dark depths
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