as holy as a woman's tears...

make me
as
soft as
teardrops
on the
face of a child

as warm as
rain
that falls
in the desert
washing
dust from
the coat
of a
horse with
no name

make me
as clear
as
spring water
spilling from
a canyon
crevice
caught in the
lips of
a dewdrop

as holy as
a woman's
tears
falling on the
master's
weary feet

make me
as gentle as
the splash from
a
feathered
wing
during the
first spring
bath,

as strong as
the sea
beneath a
gathering
storm,

as flexible as
the wake
of a
tall ship
untethered
by
anchor or
chart

make me like water
make me like water
make me like water

willing to be sent

not wanting a
plan,

needing
only a purpose

just this:

to
be
like
water

to fall
lower,
and lower
still

seeking
the endless
the infinite
the unfathomable
Sea


to
know
the
thirst for
a sense of
belonging to
the Source

one that
gives purpose
to
it
all