Still Water
Still water crashing apon the shore,
preserving all it drowns.
You can find it nuturing flowers,
find it rotting trees.
Seek it out in wells so deep,
running down steps so steep.
Evaporate it from stagnate pools in morn,
and condensate it from steam in evening.
For still water baptizes me in hands of John,
and heals me in your hydrotherapy.
And it will entertain in a child's water gun
streaming down from heaven above,
and forgetting hell below.
Oh praise thee still water.
Copyright © Malcolm Dyer | Year Posted 2007
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