as in heaven, so on Earth... a "cup" of living (=flowing) water?
My heart, I see today, is like a cup,
and it can carry water from a well
to my lips, and to any who look up
for help, & then whom God rigs against hell.
A sip might be the whole of what’s their need.
But cells like ours need water to survive,
so often they need more, each word and deed
can cup the water to their hands alive.
But they need water (& I too, no less)
to well up in their beings - all un-clocked!
The cup must lose its bottom, and be stretched,
become a hose, or portal that’s unblocked.
To live well as a human is to learn
and that needs time and focus to reflect.
And steady water flowing helps me yearn
and gives to drink, to cool, to see, deflect-
-ing/ softening the skin and nails (and heart?),
and washing clean as well (that is a lot!).
The opposite of still, can be an art-
form that will call out ev’ry thing we've got!
And washing out a hardness of the heart,
and stubbornness, and dullness, was a storm;
with wind that made it harder to impart
obedience from spirit clear though worn.
But then creative love itself stepped in-
to situation, onto water top,
and walked along as though he’d often been
for strolls like this, and would he ever stop?
