Showing posts with label water. Show all posts
Showing posts with label water. Show all posts

Friday, July 26, 2019

The path


After Psalm 25:1-10

Looking for a way, a path,
through this thicket of lies
and deception, I stumble,
often, and find dirt
and pieces of leaves
in my mouth, 
a tannic taste. 
Looking for a stream to wash,
to cleanse myself, I hear
its sound, a bubbling,
a rushing and falling
upon rocks and stones.
I find a path to the water.
I drink, deeply.
I hear them after me,
chasing, but they miss
the path and pass on. 
Here, by the stream,
is an upright stone,
chiseled. I touch 
the letters and words,
my fingers finding
the crevices of meaning,
of memory.

Photograph by Joan Oger via Unsplash. Used with permission.

Friday, July 6, 2018

Spirit, water, blood


After I John 5:6-21

The text says he came
by water and blood,
and that they testify
with the Spirit, providing
unassailable evidence.
Spirit, water, blood –
these are beyond
the testimony of the court,
beyond the oath we take:
the blood giving life
the water sustaining life
the Spirit infusing life


Photograph by Seth Macey via Unsplash. Used with permission.

Sunday, July 28, 2013

Water, twice


The child felt the sprinkle
of the few cool drops, wetness,
momentary but slight,
sufficient, however, to elicit
a cry, momentary but slight.

The man felt the water
rush over his head, pushing
downward, then pulled
upward, water pouring
from his hair, his shoulders,
only a moment but sufficient
to remember the sprinkle.


Photograph by Maliz Ong via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.

Saturday, July 30, 2011

The water stood silent


Reflecting emptiness,
the water stood silent,
still, pooling beneath
words spoken too soon.
A time once, you said,
a time, you said, long past,
carried by the stream
to the forgotten sea.
The bridge arched an eye,
blinking back a fall of tears
on an early winter’s day.


This poem is submitted for the Saturday Poetics at dVerse Poets. Today’s prompt is water. You can read the prompt information at the site, and see other poems submitted here.

Photograph: Bridge at St. Mary’s Loch, Scottish Borders, by Michael Drummond via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.