Water

When I think of water and its many gifts of surprise
Such a marvelous given blessing in disguise
Spiritual showers from the majestic skies
Hydration to quench, it’s the bodies’ ultimate high
Liquid, steam, or gasses
A treasured commodity enjoyed by all masses
Pure in its element
Irrigation for field crop developments
 
When I think of water I think of unfiltered knowledge to gain
Umbrellas to combat, during life’s stinging rains
A thirst to know where my seeds were once sown
Crowns of glory unbeknown
Cleansing of the internal soul
Baptism through its rebirth, God’s earthly ultimate goal
 
When I think of water, is the glass half full, or half empty
Theoretically speaking, interpretation for the mind applied simply
Christening in faith with a drop to a baby’s head
Moses departed the Red Sea and led
Pharaoh’s army expired in its depth
Money, Stones, can never be compared to its wealth
Beautiful Ice Glaziers sculpted upon a watering freeze
Oceans, Rivers, and flowing Lakes settling during a gently breeze
A Swan, Geese, or Duck’s gliding dream as they navigate downstream
Fish swimming in sunken watery schools
Michael Phelps diving into his second home, an Olympian swimming pool
 
When I think of water and the weightless of its groove
The bubbling current in my Jacuzzi, relaxing muscles, thoroughly soothed
Nourishment of my skin tone to keep it appearing Butter Rum smooth
Beautiful Nile Lagoons
Playfully throwing water balloons
Navy Ships’ Missiles fired in an underwater seize
Torpedo direct hit, no watery escapees from a tight cabin squeeze
No one is mightier than the water, not even the sword
Refugees sailing, the high seas, in the mist of their freedom, American passageway as they explore
Slaughter of the innocence in its angry watery path
Tsunami, Typhoons, Floods, its wicked wrath
Forty Days and Forty Nights
Sunshine was overruled until the Heavenly Creator advised us to get it right
 
When I think of water, its freedom as it flows
Where it ends its journey only God truly knows
Free for some, however money now is its contributing culprit
You cannot live without it
In stores, unfortunately it costs to get
Water comes in so many flavors
Africa murky depths, their thirst is always wavered
Cannot even dip into a well to retrieve sanitary water to savor
Victimized by standards, I cannot tell you why
Rain dance ceremonies, Spiritual Healers, not helping the villages, no lie
There is water, although, transported by women’s head supporting their jugs
Miles to walk, baby secured on one hip, no comfort in the journey, no nation for a thirstless love
 
When I think of water, Queen Bithia in the Midrash comes to mind
Drew a basket baby from the Nile, who was later ordained to free the labor of woman and mankind
Therefore, the next time you take a thirst quenching sip
Be thankful you have water to move pass, your lips
Some nations do not have that filtered purity of such
Third World countries’ bottled water sources is not great as much
By the laws of nature, spiritually drink on
Your kingdom come, your will shall be done, on earth as it is in heaven
Always at life’s discretion

And the sea said there were no bounds
Enwrapping the spirit of our beings in such soothing tranquil sounds