Water's Wisdom

Water

She sings over the valley

Shaping cold hard rocks with her loud loveliness

White, blue, azur and grey

Her colors constantly changing

Reflecting the heaven sky

Causing reflection within and without

The river washes over my silence

Gold dust in the sand

My soles rest

We are the dust and the mist. Muddy waters forming clay pots and vessels of glory. The brokenness comes as we fall on our plans. God given shards and sharp edges, all the more temporary becoming eternal.

A few days spent in the south of France gave me an acute adoration for open space, the seaside, rivers, silence and the sparkle of the sunshine. Water winds her way through valleys into oceans and falls from the sky. We drink it, cry it and swim in it. It grows things, fills things and empties out.