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For My Love Of 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
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Author's Note
This is poem is a repost, I thought it paired with the video in a sacred fashion

Love and Hugs, from me to you,
SKC🤎
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