“Come, let me breathe on you. Now are you brave again?” (Aslan, Prince Caspian).
Dipping a toe in and feeling the liquid-cool creep up my skin.
Jumping in is always the hardest part.
Creation of the dust, my humanity thirsts for that which gives life.
From craving tongue to the searching heart, only a true reflection pours peace.
Satisfaction for the parched soul staring back up at me,
Sometimes I strip the shoes and curl toes in the dirt of my making,
Feeling the firm grounding of a foundation that anchors the soul.
But today the terrestrial weighs heavy,
The curse of this fallen soil.
A cracked and thirsty pavement dragging me earthward,
Antithesis of the eternal,
Deserts waging war against my soul.
But the music draws me in, slips my skin under the surface of liquid song,
Of gravity suspended.
Clear and sharp, now muted soft,
Rolling in waves that echo endlessly on the shore.
Truth resounds in my soul,
Smooths across pebbles shaped by a permanent dwelling in the deep.
I need to stay here for awhile,
Rippling with the same breath of the Genesis creation.
Hovering over the water, it surrounds me.
Hello, Holy Spirit.
How often do I forget that living water is alive?
I am a mariner with a mountain soul,
A mermaid seeking streams and lakes in the high places above all that is below.
I want to see the sunlight diving into patterns of gold-rimmed aqua,
Ever dancing, never ceasing.
Borealis of the blue world.
With waves encamped around me, I am held.
Cradled by the might of raw strength that soothes with gentle beauty,
Crushes the enemy and cleanses what is unclean.
Here, tears may mingle free with Calvary’s water,
Blood of a pierced Messiah that covers me still.
Take me where my feet can no longer touch the depth, beyond where human breath can carry the lungs.
A longing to be forever caught up in the holy flood.
Soon, all ransomed hearts will come home here to stay,
Forever a part of the restoration that welcomes into the deep,
Flowing with a healing that raises the dead.
But for now I swim the tide,
Surrendering anew to the only water that quenches the thirsty soul and stills all earthly clamor.
In the water I listen to remember the truth,
Have you heard it too?
How the tide of victory has swallowed up suffering.
Every brook murmurs peace
And each wave whispers,