Waters: A Poem
In this hour,
This day,
This minute,
We are keenly aware of the fact
That life is a handful of water
Gripped in our tightly clasped fingers.
The more we clench our fists,
The more tightly we hold on to the droplets,
The faster they drip between our fingers
And fall into the ocean in which we stand.
Looking up into the sky,
So blue,
So pure,
So clean,
We hold our hands open,
Cupped.
And the water is still
As we are still.
We close our eyes,
Feel the breath of the Lord on our faces.
The Spirit is moving, child.
He is moving over the surface of the water.
Be still.
Close your eyes.
Be known.
About The Author
Abby
Abby is a teenaged writer who loves using her words for Jesus, to seek and point out beauty in the ordinary. When she isn't writing, you can find her jamming on her guitar, which she fondly calls "Raymond Fender the First", sitting on porches, or reading.