Wellspring of the Holy
Hope from the wellspring of the Holy One
Trickling from every direction
Bubbling up, soaking all despair and destruction
In its path.
Plants sucking cerulean sustenance
Like a baby at breast.
Water rising ankle deep
Green buds emerging.
Grace pouring forth from the four corners
Leaving humankind knee-deep In Mystery
And the river of mercy continues to rise.
Roots drinking, blossoms unfolding,
Now chest deep in wonder
At Life opening to sunlight,
Every shade of green and sweet becoming
Fruit for food and leaves for healing.
Water meeting water, flowing from and into the River of Life.
Immersed or sprinkled we are called by name:
Beloved child of God.
Spirit filling our hearts,
Equipping us for evil-wrestling in wilderness places,
Sharing resources in community,
Healing the sick and being at one with those who are invisible,
Keeping us mindful of our baptism –
The mark that propels us into the world
©May 26, 2012 Cynthia Langston Kirk
Inspired by Ezekiel 47: 1-12; Mark 1: 9 – 45; Acts 2: 41-47