Waters Divine

In every heart, where pulses throng,
Water weaves its timeless song,
A river's tale or well’s embrace,
The essence of our human grace.

From ancient shores where legends flow,
Great civilisations rise and glow,
By mighty rivers, deep and wide,
Or scarce oasis, where spirits bide,

Some saw the streams from heavens chase,
Kissed by the wings of angelic grace;
The flow of life, from sky to deep,
In whispered lore, the waters keep.

A sacred spring, a cleanse, a sigh,
Where faithful tread, and spirits fly,
Through rites of old, the world aligns,
In every drop, the divine entwines.

For water births the worlds anew,
From primal depths, the stars imbue,
It brings the bloom to barren lands,
With tender touch, it understands

The psyche's depths, both vast and wide,
In murky dreams, where shadows glide,
As Jung proclaimed, in currents' sweep,
Water whispers secrets deep.

A gate between the worlds it stands,
Where ghosts may dance on silver sands,
Across the waves, where hope resides,
To paradise, the heart abides.

So let us honour what we seek,
In every creek, in every peak,
For in these waters, rich and rare,
Lies life itself, our breath, our prayer.