Water and Fire
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| (Earth, Water & Fire by Georganna Dean - found here) |
fear when you feel
the water bubbling
from within. Each soul
is a well, set apart, alone.
The sun is directly over
head, and a stranger
waits for you at the well,
thirsty. He has nothing to draw
with, and the well is deep.
So is every other well,
he reminds you. It’s not up to you
to decide whether you’ve
suffered long enough.
He knows your name,
doesn’t he? Love comes
in tongues of fire. Flames
won’t set you ablaze;
you will be unconsumed.
A pair of wings brush past
your eyes in silver flickers
as the sound of water nears.
Open your thirsty mouth.
He is offering your very self
in a glass, the same water that
connects every well flowing
between Father and Son.
The rushing water reverses
something of Babel
in each of us: an upturned
hourglass measuring
the immeasurable, holding
our shattered lives together.
~Miho Nonaka
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