Holy Water

 Even tumultuous Waves are made of Holy Water.

Even dry Shores hold the Kiss of Fresh Springs in their sparkling Sands.

Do not let the Storms of the Rivers confuse you.

They are Baptismal.

Calling you forward.

Moving you on.

Through the great Sea of Mystery

Shining inside You

Sparkling and Holy

Reflecting the journey of Light

As it moves Across  Water

While Held

 In the Deep Of the Fluid Still Waters Beneath.



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