May 27, 2010 23:36
Roaring, flooding.
Pouring, dripping.
Flowing.
I am Water….finally still.
You speak at last.
Did I not hear you through the storms?
Did you wait for the rain to stop?
Did a kind wind lift the mist?
Did the water wash away the hurt?
I am water…ever flowing.
Seeping through the cracks in me.
Trickling away like brooks in spring.
Drink it.
Quench your thirst.
Then recognize me.