Water catches my eye
Coming down the valley,
Fascinating with its
Endless gleams and sparkles.
Pure and clear it cascades,
Broken on the boulders,
Squeezing through the cracks as
Shards of liquid crystal.
Broken off the stream, a
Pool lies darkly silent.
Peaceful? No, I think not.
Lifeless, gloomy, brackish.
Turning now, I trace the
Stream up to its source, and
Find the going rocky,
Slippery, steep and hard.
Fear of falling grips, but
Beauty lures me upwards.
Thunderous sound assaults me,
Speaking to my terror.
“Broken is my body;
Poured out is its water,
Falling far from heaven
For the thirsty sinner.
“Poured out from the belly
Of God’s lovingkindness,
Living Water broken,
Gleaming with His brightness.
“Poured out on earth’s hardness,
Willingly surrendered,
Thundering down, refreshing,
Cold, clear, and life-giving.”
His life, my life, must flow
Over rocky courses,
Falling ragged, broken,
Misty, gleaming and bright—
Catching now the eye of
Someone on the bankside,
With the hope and promise–
His endless life and light.
TLO August 2014
