An Incarnation of God

When the little kid cups her tiny hands to catch the drops, The water gets the shape of JOY. When it flows at the green fields over the verges with a surge , It gets the shape of WONDER. When there are roaring thunders and hanging black clouds, It gets the shape of FEAR. When the river moves with twists and turns with a maiden’s beauty, It gets the shape of LOVE. When the blazing sun makes the ponds and pools get shallow, It gets the shape of SADNESS. When the forests are embellished with serene brooks and ponds, It gets the shape of PEACE. When the villages and towns are flooded and the life is disturbed, It gets the shape of ANGER. When a long drought disappears making the farmers happy, It gets the shape of COURAGE. When bitter insults and humiliations causing tears well out, It gets the shape of DISGUST. When the relentless waves trying to overtake the sands on the coast, It gets the shape of INFINITY. When it can be perceived in many forms and emotions, I call it an incarnation of GOD. The Shape of Water Poetry Contest Sponsored by: craig cornish Date: 25-06-2021