Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Hope

The lowest place is filled with water,
and is covered with the water
and the water is all that is seen.
Water always descending.

Spirit of God
Always descending
Filling the lowly
Covering the humble.
Where nothing is seen above the surface
Earth becomes the vessel
and life comes forth

To become that lowly place
that covered vessel
hidden and secret
like the god-bearing womb
of the yea-saying handmaid
secret
unknown
untouched
undefiled

Still touched by water
the mountain
sails to the sky
falling drops
each gentle touch
infinitesimally eroding
not yet a vessel
but there is hope

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