Wet

* * *

...Right under your nose

Right Beneath Your Feet,

Tapped

Percolating up to the surface

of this once dry desert

wetting your ground again

trickling around your feet

Springs Surfacing

There, all along...

Around your ankles now

Flowing Again...

Swirling around

Your waist

Your torso...

And now you swim

and float

and are carried

Looking Up

You Smile again,

As you are Born

away,

to

All Things New...

* * *

"Joy and Gladness will be found therein,

Thanksgiving and the voice of melody"

-Isaiah 51:3