could be like that
and what are my musings
mere comfort or beauty
when only once in ages
the waters recede
and it is there: strong, entire
drought’s child and ancestor
have I skimmed over
this power for years, fragile-
boated, unaware?
Thanks to Colossal for this appealing story of a submerged/emerging church in Mexico.
That last stanza is profound!
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Aw, thanks. Water is one of *those* places/images for me.
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What a wonderful and rich image this is for inspiration and (alas!) non-spiration! And the notion of having missed so many openings over the years really lands at my door loud and clear. Lovely job —
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You always get it. ❤
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