Aquarius

Thigh deep

In

Rushing

Rising

Water

Feet planted

Firm on the rock below

Cool, passionate water

Races, caresses my splayed fingers

Face lifted to the rain, falling from a sundrenched sky

Above the waters’ roar

I hear their cry…

Those unable to see or feel this flood

Replenished, revived

I turn again

Fill the vessel in my hand

Aquarius, carrying Water

To the dry and thirsty.

I have been wondering at the number of broken & hurting people I know, and everywhere I turn I see more of them. By no means do I have it "all together" but I somehow feel like I am supposed to give them what I have...and this is what I have-rivers of living water.