Hydrants of Love

He made us to be like water

Our bodies as hydrants of love

Designed to dwell on a diluted sphere

Which consequently is as wet in form

 

He created us to be strong enough to hold ships

Yet feeble enough to slip through cracks

To constantly keep flowing

And to hydrate others in drought

 

When our fruit becomes tasteless and bland

Or our flesh needs to be dampened

We drink of His lubricating word

And soak in His quenching perspiration

 

With each sprinkle our souls are baptized and moistened

And a great flood destroys all unholy land

We are wiped clean to start anew

To be His replenishing well for the thirsty

 

03976841e3700c99ca09d6b902289759Michelle Williams once said in an interview that she wanted to “be like water, to slip through fingers but also hold up ships.” This quote conveys such imagery that it got me thinking about how complex water is and the different forms it takes. Think about it’s significance to our well being and existence. It’s crazy that God created us and created our world simply around a liquid.

In the Bible, God usually used water to cleanse or to baptize people and things that were unholy. So, what if God made us to be like water? To be the solvent that breaks the unrighteousness in each other or the chemical that causes reactions that change the world? Or what if we are meant to be the rain that washes away the mess the darkness leaves behind and furthermore, creates grow in earthly living?

Vision

Curious to Your plans

I will forge ahead nearsighted

Arm lengths will touch each trespasser

Protecting the gifts You instilled

The zigzagged path bears interruption

Causing lapses of certainty

Yet my thirst has no end

 

Unclear to its intensity

I crave Your purpose to emerge

Solidify this fervent longing

And create farsighted perspective

For I am a daughter of Your light

And Your image is to be fruitful

I was unblinded by Your grace

And to this I will bring sight

Pursuit

Rather a grain of sand than a snowflake

With fleeting attributes that are absorbed and lose shape

A sandy shore gives guidance to uninterrupted tides

It’s never destroyed yet is subject to being carried away

 

In and out with the ebb and flow

East or west with hurricane winds

The drift creates for future uncertainty of place

But it is the nonexistence of time and the immorality that pains

 

The latter is candid and sincerely frank

Pulled slowly south by gravity and quenching in taste

The frozen precipitation piles piece by piece

And it’s inevitable evanescence goes undoubted because of faith

 

Rather a grain of sand than a snowflake

But furthermore breaths will come to an end

Let the circumference be minuscule and existence significant

As long as the pursuit is made

Anchor

Regrets sink it to depths

Deep dark blues surround it

As it drops it takes the light with it

The free fall is messy and unpredictable

In the descending it becomes blind

Unable to seek refuge from the capsizing

It reaches for ledges to decelerate the plunge

But that only diverges the path

The inevitable plummet is needed

Its security will create stillness

A calmness where mercy is given

As the iron digs into the floor

It becomes a cornerstone of protection

It fights against the doubt

Battles the decaying of the foundation

And guards the spoiling of its fruit

The stronghold grips the rope

It leaves enough slack for growth and extension

But it holds tight enough to keep one from getting lost

 

“We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure.” Hebrews 6:19

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What inspired this poem was the thought that hope is what keeps things going but what also keeps things in check as well. Hope keeps us anchored in our faith. What would we have faith in if we didn’t have hope for redemption, hope to see Jesus in heaven or hope for better things, a better life? I’ve been growing deeper in my faith recently and always seem to hit a plateau. But I have discovered that hope is what keeps me walking that plateau until He is ready for me to take that climb to the next level. And it’s His love that gives me the confidence to actually make the climb. I pray that my hope will keep my faith secure and strong to help fight against the detours and stumbling blocks along my path.

Avalanche

He sees right through me

Past the layers of heavy bricks

Pavement accumulated to push away

Stacked up to keep intruders out

He knows each piece just by looking

And he breaks them down one by one

 

Through each open hole that he steals

Shines a light that stings my skin

The flesh starts to melt away slowly

And a long crescendo within the soul begins

Yet the mind keeps the foundation steady

Beat after beat, levying the on rush of falling mass

 

As the sounds get louder, each block shakes

My barricade becomes fragile and vulnerable

The secrets are unable to stay enclosed

I am exposed and have no control of what’s next

But he continues his charge till he triumphs

And it’s hope that keeps us both entranced