The second poem for National Poetry Month.
(Image description: A photo of circular ripples in dark-colored water. Orange light is reflected in the center.) Credit: Photo by Biel Morro on Unsplash
Water of Ages
The rain drums against the roof,
as echos through time and space.
Each drop, every ripple
a stream on its journey.
Never-ending, ever-cycling
from rain clouds to the great seas.
From a far-flung star
to Your sacred wells.
From feeding wisdom-laden hazel trees
to healing ills with blessed water.
With Primal fires sparking from the dark depths,
Your inspiration born and gifted to Your favored.
The fluid rhythm drums on, carrying
the song of Creation through the ages.
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