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          POEMS - 2017 - The Sound Of Water



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          THE  SOUND  OF  WATER


          I live in the desert,

          But was born for the sea,

          “What Oh what,

          Will become of me?"


          I dug a hole,

          And it became a well,

          But often as not,

          T'was a private hell.


          Until one day,

          When drawing a sip,

          Jesus said,

          "Lets go for a dip!"


          "Amongst the dunes?”

          I asked with a quip,

          But Oh! the regret,

          As it left my lip.


          Jesus paused,

          And I thought He'd leave,

          But at the last second,

          He gave reprieve.


          He waved His hands,

          In front of me,

          And through my eyes,

          To my surprise,

          Was the largest ocean I’d ever seen,

          Lapis blue and emerald green,

          The most beautiful place I’d ever been.


          The roar of the waves,

          And salt on my skin,

          Made my heart beat true again,

          And so we walked upon the surf,

          Liquid sparkling mercurous turf,

          To a place where He said,

          “The swimming is good!”

          And there we swam and ate some food.


          And then He said,

          “You know what sprite?

          Let’s go swimming with the stars tonight!

          We'll call their names,

          And when they ignite,

          Beautiful diamonds burning bright,

          We'll surf the waves,

          Of celestial light!"


          And then an angel played a fife,

          O're the gemstones stirred with strife,

          And when the jewels heard the tune,

          Their eyes turned red against the moon,

          But when Jesus said,

          “I love you too!”

          They bowed their heads and swooned.


          The night seemed as long as a pendulum's swing,

          From one broad stroke to another,

          As Jesus mended the great divide,

          Between father, child and mother.


          And in the morning as I awoke,

          Upon the arid dunes,

          Star dust sparkled,

          On my feet,

          As I walked,

          Amongst the ruins.


          And there in the sand,

          Shining bright,

          Lay the fife,

          That sang in the night,

          And as I played it,

          The sun grew hotter,

          But so did too,

          The Sound Of Water.


          SW - October 19, 2017

          (updated - July 20, 2021)



           THE HEALING SOUND OF WATER

               

           


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          John 4: 11  (KJV)


          The woman saith unto Him, Sir, thou hast nothing to draw with, and the well is deep: from whence then hast thou that LIVING WATER?



          Proverbs 17:22  (KJV)


          A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit drieth the bones.


           

             







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