It took place shortly after and the stage was set
before words before ink before heavenly breath
There was a rain on the parade
of eternal monotony
and the angels were elated
In the Beginning God created... the verse everyone knows
tantalizing phrasing that leaves you on your tip-toes
before grass before plants before earthly foes
And the earth was without form... (and talk about void!)
It was there when it was all lightning and storm:
chaos untamed in watery upheaval,
though the celestial walls were impermeable
Enough disarray to make a grown man weep
And darkness was over the surface of the deep...
It was there before it was given the title: Sea
Before light was birthed with a "Let there be"
Blanketing the earth with cerulean comfort
in preparation for ethereal tickles,
despair happy to take her wings
And the Spirit of God was hovering...
Like a golden eagle dipping down
into azure pools
knowing mountains will soon rise from your depths
... but LOVE is the requisite
... and HOPE is the heart of it
Just like the weather that's about to hit the scene,
before Pangaea performs in emerald green
... and there was morning the Second Day
Can you not hear your doubts just wash away?
---remember what happened on the Third?
I'm sure you do---
As you see Him reaching down with liquid love for you,
longing to invigorate your being
He wants to split you in half
as the Rod of Moshe
made watery walls of crystallization
He longs to enter into your towering trust
(and not just on occasion)
For sometimes the Water of Life is dramatic
Sometimes it's not
And sometimes your fears could use a little irrigation
(right now your eyes could use
a bit of prayerful precipitation)
Remember the ruby water that dripped down
the Face of the Son
that fateful day
Drink it in Become full
Indulge in humble hydration
Your heart will tell you what you should
And behold it was very good...
NOTE: Moshe is the Hebrew rendering of the name Moses.
Written April 2nd, 2016
For the Element Water Contest Hosted by Brian Davey
Six Words Used: Impermeable, Requisite, Invigorate, Crystallization, Precipitation, Hydration
Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2016
B ridge Over Troubled Water...
R ealizing I am not above trouble...
I am human to a fault...
D ecisions in life to be crossed...
G od knows my life stands at the alter...
E ternity is my bridge over troubled water...
O ver Troubled Water...
V ictory in the mist of my troubles...
E ven when I make the same mistakes...
R ivers of troubled water will take place...
T roubled Water...
R eality sinks in, through the flow of the river...
O nly that can be seen, by the unseen eye...
U nderneath the bridge there lies...
B eneath the waters that flow...
L ies awaiting the answer to our call...
E very decision that can be made over...
D ecides our destiny through troubled waters...
A s clear as the answer to our troubles...
T akes us on to a new life...
E ternity, forever illuminated by the living Christ...
R ealizing that He is the answer to, Bridge Over Troubled Water...
By: Cinda M Carter
Contest...Bridge Over Troubled Water
Copyright © Cinda Carter | Year Posted 2014
Sunlight trickles through stained glass windows.
She kneels, a little apart from her fellows
who also seek salvation in water.
Her gray hair slips from her circumspect braid,
and her Sunday-best thrift-store garb
stands out because it doesn't.
Shaking fingers tap the rail
Nervous feet twitch as she waits.
The water flows down the line of supplicants
till it reaches her, and instantly,she is transformed,
beautiful from scraggly braid to thrift-store shoes.
Can mere water cause this transformation?
Is this a message for me---
Another arrow into the heart of my agnosticism?
I don't know, but for now,
there is sunlight trickling through stained glass windows.
Copyright © Mary Oliver Rotman | Year Posted 2015
Hard may be the paths that are given to us
Harder still they may be, when we choose not their way
Yet, to abide to them we shall, always without any fuss
For we are after all lost, blind and we need to find our way!
This way that we do seek, is it not known as the end
The end word known as death, the end of life and love
If death be the end, then pray we do have faith on a ready stand
Of course, life, at the scent of water does evolve!
Holy water, sprouting from the root of mystery
Pray do come and lead us all
Take us there where all is holy
Where always we hear songs of the choral!
Life does not end with death, life gets renewed
In this world, or another, by the Holy One, it is always brewed!
Copyright © Anoucheka Gangabissoon | Year Posted 2014
The blue waters,
The green trees,
The blue skies,
The light breeze,
The crisp air,
The birds sing,
The puffed clouds;
Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013
It ripples and waves.
Its soothing to the touch and it runs over your body like an invisible blanket.
When life is too much to take I run to the water.
I've thought about lost loved ones over the view of the ocean.
As the waves ran over my toes and pulled back it was as if God was telling me I'm here.
I see your pain. I see your passion. In time I will wash them away.
When it rains, it stirs something inside of my heart. I know that as this storm shall pass, so will the trials of life.
The pain will be washed away. All will grow new again.
Pain is water.
Joy is water.
Life it water.
Water is beauty.
Copyright © Misty Hoot | Year Posted 2013
With each stone,
A certain size,
A distinct color,
Water flows gracefully
Over each backbone of the brook.
Along the brook,
The water is pristine,
Yet calm and quiet,
Rolling over stones
And pebbles, the water streams into
A natural spring.
The spring dwells
Offering life after passing.
Copyright © Sarah Cassleman | Year Posted 2013
Jesus Gives Living Water!
Perhaps your feel as if you life has “run dry.”
Nothing that you’ve tried has satisfied…
Perhaps you feel as if any love has “dried up.”
You may feel like you want to give up?
God’s words tell us some words we can live by.
Jesus gives living water, that’ll never run dry!
He gives living water that nourishes the soul.
And offers completeness to make us whole!
His water is eternal and brings hope within!
It feeds the soul of man, and will never end!
Won’t you come and drink of this water so pure?
A new life in Christ, can be yours… For sure!
His pure water can quench the thirst of man.
There’s nothing too hard for Jesus to understand!
He loves us so much and is alive this hour!
Won’t you drink from his life changing power?
Hallelujah to Christ! The soon and coming king!
A complete love and peace is what he brings!
Thank you Jesus! For your mercy and love!
Please quench our hearts, from heaven above!
The water from Jesus gives life everlasting!
He offers it to everyone! Just for the asking!
By Jim Pemberton 05/04/14
Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2014
Do not disturb the water
The man once said to me
for those who've tried are no more
They spoke of love and life once lived
A place called home, where all was his
It all burnt away, he said with a tear
and all i'm left with is this empty fear
As you see my friend we've much in common
But theres once major difference
you're not in a coffin
So feel free to take a swim
Test the waters he said with a grin
for I see you know which way to go
Dont make me push you in
Copyright © Addam Hughes | Year Posted 2012
The process to make Holy Water is no big secret.
You just plain and simply boil the Hell out of it.
Copyright © SillyBilly theKidster | Year Posted 2013
The following poem is an slightly abridged and liberal translation of the poetic opening verses from Ch.31 of Upasaka Xia Lian Ju’s Infinite Life Sutra:
Wisdom as vast as the boundless sea,
Bodhi as high and wide as Meru peak,
Their halos bright beyond sunbeam,
Surpassing the moon’s luminous gleam.
Their hearts white and serene like snowy hills,
Their patience as enduring as the fields,
Their calm minds like pristine waters
That wash away the defiling dusts,
Their profound insight as keen as fire,
Burning away all worry and fraught,
Non abiding and breezing o’er any mire,
Sounds of Dharma: striking lightning,
Warning the deluded to wisdom ripen,
Pouring forth truth like soothing sweet dew,
Their grace like canopies of Linden trees,
Cool shades of respite for you and for me.
Poem released into Public Domain.
Copyright © Brian Chung | Year Posted 2016
Have my peccant daydreams seep away
Purged from my mind devoid all delay
Evaporate those thoughts like the mist
Wring as a sponge, oh LORD, with a twist
Have me absorb ideas you adore
Blessed visions soak deep to the core
Living water so pure for my soul
Please, fill me up, each pore, every hole
My thoughts are wrong, so done be your will
Your providence is far greater still
So, God, exchange, my sin with your grace
Each transgression, remove every trace
Though my frail mind compels me to turn
With drowning pain, my life, you did earn.
Copyright © Bradley Musgrave | Year Posted 2013
While Noah was seeking refuge,
I was enjoying the deluge,
When you're a great white shark like me,
A flood just increases your territory.
Thanks to man's dirty dealings,
The rain gave us vaulted ceilings,
Within a forty-day time span,
The flood opened up our floor plan.
Each one of us hosted delicious feasts,
Until the floodwaters decreased,
We felt more than a little defeated,
When the excess water retreated.
Why it had to end, we may never understand,
But we heard that it worked out for Noah and his clan.
August 28, 2016
Copyright © Kim Bond | Year Posted 2016
Noah shown favor
Ark to escape destruction
God’s wrath was to come
Animals, by two
Fowls of the air by seven
To replenish Earth
Eight souls of mankind
Noah, three sons, and their wives
Ark’s door shut by God
First time ere witnessed
Heavens and earth opened up
Deluge upon them
Lifted on waters
Some hundred and fifty days
Then docked on the mount
New life on the earth
Be fruitful and multiply
Fresh promise rainbow
August 30, 2016
Copyright © Randy Steele | Year Posted 2016
The servants obeyed Jesus,
And filled the water pots with water to the brim.
They did not know why
Or what He’d do. They did not question-
They just obeyed Him.
They must have felt very foolish
When they served it to the guests.
But the Governor of the feast declared,
“The wine they’d saved till the last,
Was the best.”
Copyright © Betty Butler | Year Posted 2016